This is a song about "Bein a"

But in no time a nigga graduated

Bein the one always hated

I'm stressed just not quite, obsessed with bein' liked

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

With foreign names, valet the range

So now im lookin forward to bein onstage.

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I require more than bein hard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Others are bein driven crazy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Cuz i learned in life bein a faker dont do nothin but put you in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion