This is a song about "Being amberific"

While you were sittin being lame,

I'll never call you bitch again

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Being an alchoholic i fear,

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Or was i just a desolate being

And this will be the song that we sing

A childhood being depressed,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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