This is a song about "Being mexican"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Keeping them on the hip

Fuck being counterfeit

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I believed in a higher being.

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Took the form of a human being

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

But thats the life of a human being

Someway, somehow nigga feeling