This is a song about "Us mexican war"

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Summer time, different shore

Money is worst than a war

Will i ever win the war

Up in my new two door

Always felt like a six day war

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Too dumb war comes with plight

My uncle pulled me to the side