This is a song about "Being cill"

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

For going on being

Fuck it, im leaving

Im tired of being slepted on

Pay dues like a hair salon

10th grade, eyes red as shit

I’m being sarcastic,

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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