This is a song about "Being a baler"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

Women at my pole

Being swallowed in a vac whole

Was i overeacting just being a pessimist,

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Im being a bit over dramatic?

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I believed in a higher being.

Or was i just a desolate being

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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