This is a song about "Being a taurus"

Of being a ballplayer superstar like stephon marbury.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Now this is what i call an evening

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Or was i just a desolate being

I can’t stand no motherfucking hoover

Too afraid of being a loser

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The latter being a constant misconception,