This is a song about "Being bullid"

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Being an alchoholic i fear,

My bitches pure thick

I’m being sarcastic,

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Took the form of a human being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none