This is a song about "Being bullid"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

I’m being sarcastic,

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Separate us, from what jay brought

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

A childhood being depressed,

Nigga i ain't never scared

Mines is family over everything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I bet it hard being you

What preceded was the clue