This is a song about "Being fameous"

Im tired of being slepted on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Now this is what i call an evening

Took the form of a human being

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I believed in a higher being.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A childhood being depressed,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Or was i just a desolate being