This is a song about "Being back"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

I'm just back to being lyrical, the only criminal for slaying the king

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

While you were sittin being lame,

Then lost her faith again

Im tired of being slepted on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling