This is a song about "Being accountable"

Im tired of being slepted on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

But thats the life of a human being

Or was i just a desolate being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Fuck being counterfeit

Just the fact of being there

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Questioning the whole meaning

I believed in a higher being.

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

You're like normal, fuck being normal