This is a song about "Us mexican war rap"

Lower than my credit score

Trying to maintain in this war

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

You flake n your soft a waste to us all your a prisoner of this rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Always felt like a six day war

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And yes bitch i am mexican

I pop one, you pop one

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so