This is a song about "Adam being bumwata"

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

A childhood being depressed,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

While you were sittin being lame,

For going on being

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Being an alchoholic i fear,

We left em a world that's cursed

My future now being burned