This is a song about "Being disowned"

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

The latter being a constant misconception,

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

I believed in a higher being.

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Tell him to stop being vulgar,

Just the fact of being there

Throw your money in the air

Let my angel sing

For going on being

Of being rich and powerful

Cause this album pack enough evil

I can barely wipe my ass

Instead of being in class