This is a song about "Being br"

You all niggas ain't even on my level

You're like normal, fuck being normal

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

Still listen to big

I’m being sarcastic,

While you were sittin being lame,

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

I must not fear being insane

I'm going off the top of the brain

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Or was i just a desolate being