This is a song about "Bein a"

Por que no nosotros? nosotros son muy bein!

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,

I'm stressed just not quite, obsessed with bein' liked

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

So now im lookin forward to bein onstage.

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Cuz baby, bein with you just feels so right.

But two parts each bein half.

But you don't have a chance