This is a song about "Being fatef"

I regret some shit i did

Fuck being counterfeit

I believed in a higher being.

I just got one request, stop breathing

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Im tired of being slepted on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

For going on being

Flapjack, ooh he bring