This is a song about "Being a loset"

Half your body laying on my chest

A childhood being suppressed,

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

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

And still being a rebel

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Of being a ballplayer superstar like stephon marbury.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I believed in a higher being.

But he don't rule a thing

Or was i just a desolate being

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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