This is a song about "Mexican food"

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it

I'm mexican rapper

Something worth dying for

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route