This is a song about "The migra"

We can make more, make babies

As the tao converted the thief

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Cold world no blanket son

The bigger the the fun

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.