This is a song about "Being awsom"

I believed in a higher being.

Mines is family over everything

I’m being sarcastic,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Plans consist of being successful

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Took the form of a human being

Im tired of being slepted on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear