This is a song about "Mexican workers"

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

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Since your mexican hers a few peso

I just call it …remember all the dough

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

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

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers