This is a song about "Your mexican"

I put the nigga in his casket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Said when i do dirt wit her

Your on fire.. your on fire

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Since your mexican hers a few peso

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Lost in the rain

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