This is a song about "Us mexican war"

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

It's like my life is a war,

Something worth dying for

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war