This is a song about "Being a nigga"

Or was i just a desolate being

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Im being a bit over dramatic?

To liberate yourselves, africa

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And getting money is the song i sing

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

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,