This is a song about "Being blred"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I believed in a higher being.

Tell them niggas they sleeping

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

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

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

I bet it hard being you

What preceded was the clue

My future now being burned

Who dat, who dat? cole world

Well rick james, maury jane

I must not fear being insane