This is a song about "Being from georgia"

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Took the form of a human being

Now this is what i call an evening

Refrain from being semi-automatic/ just remember they are pathetic

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

I’m being sarcastic,

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

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack