This is a song about "Becoming something"

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Insincere when standing alone/ heart beating/ becoming stale and frantic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Although this is becoming an obsession,

Who you were becoming

I said pay me it’s nothing

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Fuck, did i hit something?

I do the right thing

Who you were becoming