This is a song about "White mexican"

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Since your mexican hers a few peso

I got that powder, i got that white

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

I'm mexican rapper

I think it excited her

It sends her on a trip so right

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

Were running wild tonight

Yeah my skin color is white,