This is a song about "Being fablous"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Im tired of being slepted on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Like they not gon' stare

Just the fact of being there

If they startcuz it's all about survival

You're like normal, fuck being normal

I’m being sarcastic,

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree