Song meaning of Mango by Biba

Ah, Mango by Biba, huh? Well, let's dive into this juicy tune and dissect its hilarious fruitiness. So apparently, our protagonist is rockin' some mango skin and blue hair, trying to pass off a broken heart as a cool fashion statement. The vibe of the street is flat, just like their lungs from all that skank-smoking. Kids in the favelas are apparently being stalked by jeeps—hey, maybe they just want to give them a ride to the mango party, who knows? Our dear Biba, on some kind of trip, thinks everyone else is better than them and spews out the same story twice, like a checkout lady chewing gum. They spit out their life story on the conveyor belt and see it play out in a day, because they grew up in the dark, I guess? Biba wants someone to take them aside and see their dark side, but hey, is this what success is all about or just some karma-like mess? They don't listen to rumors, they create a ruckus! And they ask, "Do you love every single flaw of mine?" Oh, Biba, we're all screaming "yasss!" on that one. They're going strong like a gypsy playing barbut or like a kid doing parkour. Damn, Biba, you've certainly got some spicy lyrics. So, it's already the 25th time for our dear Biba, time is ticking but not stopping. There's a newbie fooling around the building, just be careful not to fall, honey. The beat circles like a planet in Biba's neighborhood, never-ending. And they warn, "Don't disappear with me now, 'cause that would be a mistake." I mean, if you can keep up with Biba's eccentricity, that is. The street is playing blues on Biba's sweat, leaving their perfume on someone's blouse. Some kid is pushing their way around the hood, going fast while the same "inter" (whatever that is) circles the same path. Biba has a friend waiting, the same friend they've hung out with their whole life, because it's not about the big circle, it's about that one person who holds your head. Biba wants to spend money recklessly and drive you around, while the street serenades them with a prelude. They want to go where their brethren go, as long as people keep spitting this "demo" all over town. And hey, Biba loves it when you twerk, because your lips taste sweeter than skank. Damn, Biba, you sure know how to spin a song about mangoes into a wild ride through life. Keep it fruity, my friend!