This is a song about "Being disowned"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Instead of being in class

The latter being a constant misconception,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Too afraid of being a loser

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

I’m being sarcastic,

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Fuck being counterfeit