This is a song about "Being fope"

And if they did, they didn't care

Just the fact of being there

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

A break from what you hearing

I believed in a higher being.

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Or was i just a desolate being

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

For going on being

Fuck it, im leaving

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one