This is a song about "Being broug"

In my drawsring, ring, ring

For going on being

Now you got me hopped up on that

Fuck being counterfeit

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

I'll tell you baby that we're through

I bet it hard being you

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it