This is a song about "Being broug"

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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

For going on being

But he don't rule a thing

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Took the form of a human being

And this will be the song that we sing

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

While you were sittin being lame,

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

So pretentious with no potential

Plans consist of being successful