This is a song about "Being a baler"

See, you're my best friend

A childhood being suppressed,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And she would do anything for everything

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I have to remind myself, that i am still a human being.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Of being a ballplayer superstar like stephon marbury.

Blow up and being in a position

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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