This is a song about "Working like a mexican"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And yes bitch i am mexican

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

It just takes a lot of working and time

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

The system aint working like what we used to be

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money