This is a song about "Being a baler"

You just working with the scraps you was given

Blow up and being in a position

The latter being a constant misconception,

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Im being a bit over dramatic?

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

See i let my nigga split that

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Visualizing being a college graduate,

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit