This is a song about "Being dollie"

For going on being

Fuck it, im leaving

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Plans consist of being successful

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

My future now being burned

But i murder him first

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

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

Bun b, i’m underground king

Took the form of a human being

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You're like normal, fuck being normal