As we made our way from Chile, we knew we had a hell of a trip, but we already paid our

coiotate.

He gave us water and Frito beamed it when we hit the border of Texas and the narco

state of Mexico.

We are on a beeline for our Valhalla, the only place that we wanted to go.

We're going to call any rich, it's right on the edge of heaven and hallelujah.

We're going to follow the plan, gonna buy some land, and call any rich of America.

Call any rich is where I'll be.

When we finally got to our colony lot, oh boy, it was a sight to see.

There were trailers and tents and other tenements, a little lot to try to sell me some speed.

And I'd rather butchug a mug of Jose Cuervo.

There's been another minute in this rat hole, but the cartel members on the H.O.A. said

we'll kill you if you try to go.

Now I'm in colony rich, it's a row of skits, I might as well estate at home, a thousand

cars on blocks, no shoes or socks, on colony rich kids from Mexico, and colony rich

where I miss home.

I'm in colony rich with a death wish, you gotta give me out of this place.

I just think the home of the free, it's home of MS-13, your colony rich is not a safe space.