This is a song about "Mexican workers"

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

And yes bitch i am mexican

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

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

You know...you know who you are

I'm mexican rapper