This is a song about "Being beaut"

Separate us, from what jay brought

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Just the fact of being there

Says money in the air

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

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

A break from what you hearing

For going on being

But thats the life of a human being

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket