This is a song about "Your mexican"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Since your mexican hers a few peso

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

And yes bitch i am mexican

For the outlawz, here we come

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that