This is a song about "Us mexican war"

Something worth dying for

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Too dumb war comes with plight

And if i want to go outside

Not relying on the light no more

Money is worst than a war

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

And yes bitch i am mexican

Come get some, you little bum

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

So tell me why are we at war.

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

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

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