This is a song about "Being charitable"

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

My future now being burned

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

You're like normal, fuck being normal

Aren't you somethin', an original

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I bet it hard being you

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

While you were sittin being lame,

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from