This is a song about "Being blackr"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

Razor grips, laser spit

I’m being sarcastic,

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Separate us, from what jay brought

Light skinned women, all sex everything

I believed in a higher being.

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

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

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven