This is a song about "Being childish"

Who dat, who dat? cole world

My future now being burned

For going on being

Questioning the whole meaning

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Just the fact of being there

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Separate us, from what jay brought

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Fuck being counterfeit

So drop the slam and let's get sick