This is a song about "Texas"

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Indo queen from that dirty south texas browntown menace

Who spits prattle crap and says he's texas chainsaw scary

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I got a shorty name texas and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Ads, the texas ranger,

Baby, you know who you are

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,