This is a song about "Being a sailor"

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

And still being a rebel

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Too afraid of being a loser

So what you've heard is the fix like super

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Visualizing being a college graduate,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Now this is what i call an evening

Took the form of a human being

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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