This is a song about "Being mexican"

Took the form of a human being

Questioning the whole meaning

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

I’m being sarcastic,

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

She say she love me more than anything

Better or worse, the center of attention

The latter being a constant misconception,