This is a song about "Being from georgia"

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Why not me the same thing

For going on being

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Fuck being counterfeit

He might have the same whip

For going on being

Or the chick leaving

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Wish to stop ma future from being a halloween