This is a song about "Us mexican war"

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Who did it before

Money is worst than a war

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

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

Truly unique and soothing to the ear, slow enough to understand and my points are made clear,

It's like my life is a war,

I ain't happy with the score