This is a song about "Mexican struggle"

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

I took care of myself it was a struggle

It's a struggle,it's fading away

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

And yes bitch i am mexican

Come get some, you little bum

My eyes open, another day another struggle,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Lucky seven probably poppa

Its the struggle we got gotta