This is a song about "Aimee steele being a slag"

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Visualizing being a college graduate,

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

And still being a rebel

As i light one for ill will

Im being a bit over dramatic?

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

But thats the life of a human being

Now this is what i call an evening