This is a song about "Being disliked"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I’m being sarcastic,

I got some fire and shit

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Life has put her to the test

A childhood being depressed,