This is a song about "Mexican gangs"

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching