This is a song about "Being charitable"

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Im tired of being slepted on

A childhood being depressed,

Hold my tears i tried my best

While you were sittin being lame,

All the bitches know my name

Just the fact of being there

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I bet it hard being you

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Doing work and being progressive, impressive