This is a song about "Being duped"

Oh your friends are sick

Fuck being counterfeit

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

My future now being burned

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

While you were sittin being lame,

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Plans consist of being successful

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit