This is a song about "Being differe"

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Bout time i got my respect

A childhood being depressed,

My future now being burned

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Mines is family over everything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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