This is a song about "Latino rights"

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

“i leave all my assets to my latino mistress”

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Remember stand up for ur rights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights