This is a song about "Being childish"

Im tired of being slepted on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Fuck being counterfeit

So drop the slam and lets get sick

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

The childish play and pray everythings okay,

Just the fact of being there

Says money in the air

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

All is parents. it's ok. it's just your childish ways, rather kick back

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven