This is a song about "Us mexican war"

Of impactful things one can ask for

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

It's like my life is a war,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Since your mexican hers a few peso