This is a song about "Latino rights"

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

And if i want to go outside

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Remember stand up for ur rights

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

“i leave all my assets to my latino mistress”

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Blights beset ya my rights met ya an you misread

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

How many rocks i made to cook upnarcotics got traffic, seen those niggas you blasted

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted