This is a song about "Being conf"

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Plans consist of being successful

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Fuck being counterfeit

I bet it hard being you

Don't fuck around and make it true

In my drawsring, ring, ring

For going on being

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Just know fame has a price, lose everything