This is a song about "Being fablous"

A childhood being depressed,

Hold up yea we the best

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Fuck being counterfeit

Then play you all my latest shit

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

I believed in a higher being.

Now that's what you call a game

I must not fear being insane

I bet it hard being you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

And if they did, they didn't care

Just the fact of being there

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them