This is a song about "Me being argentian"

But you still give me shit for being so depressed,

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

But being high only elucidates to me

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Just for me being weird in the past/

Being used to me was like a fashion trait or being killed inside like the assassin snake

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party