This is a song about "Being br"

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

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

It’s not a game, hold your dame

While you were sittin being lame,

Just the fact of being there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

A childhood being depressed,

Ever since my daddy left

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Im tired of being slepted on

I must not fear being insane

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I was on my sway shit

Fuck being counterfeit