This is a song about "Being awsom"

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

They was on that mase shit

I’m being sarcastic,

Im tired of being slepted on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I must not fear being insane

And my niggas all the same

I believed in a higher being.

And my only fear's a wedding ring