This is a song about "Being blackr"

Im tired of being slepted on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

About the way i'm feeling

For going on being

Took the form of a human being

But he don't rule a thing

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with