This is a song about "Being deaf"

I believed in a higher being.

Tell them niggas they sleeping

I bet it hard being you

It's really not an issue

Bun b, i’m underground king

For going on being

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Or was i just a desolate being

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

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

Oh your friends are sick

Fuck being counterfeit

Being an alchoholic i fear,

This batmobile is real hard to steer