This is a song about "Being btter"

I must not fear being insane

I ain't interested in fame

While you were sittin being lame,

Things'll never be the same

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

For going on being

I was born to do the damn thing

Im tired of being slepted on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And talk some more shit

Fuck being counterfeit

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

I’m being sarcastic,

A childhood being depressed,

Then push the milk on a slow bend