This is a song about "Being badass"

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

For going on being

Let my angel sing

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

While you were sittin being lame,

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Just the fact of being there

Right, now you say you don't care

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And she would do anything for everything