This is a song about "Mexican kid"

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

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

Had to turn around and say i'm already ill kid, -yeah kid-

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Style so bad can't jock me kid

I regret some shit i did

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

You aint no eminem, keep dreaming on kid

Resin sharing with a dick kid

Everybody wasted faded, faded