This is a song about "Mexican food"

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Banging out niggas with attitude

Now all im tryna do is get food

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.