This is a song about "Us mexican war"

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

It's like my life is a war,

I ain't happy with the score

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Or something that you paid for

I'm mexican rapper

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Come and get us you prepare for war,