This is a song about "Being a man"

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening

And still being a rebel

As i light one for ill will

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Im being a bit over dramatic?

Being swallowed in a vac whole

Let's put it on cruise control

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Too afraid of being a loser

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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