This is a song about "Being from georgia"

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Means i'm further away from being hecka paid

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Man but this ain't no sign language

I’m being sarcastic,

I got some fire and shit

Those oats sowed being rewards reaped from nights i wrote in my spread

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I see young black males being treated, came from nothing,

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Fuck it, im leaving

For going on being

I believed in a higher being.

With a note there and im thinking of reading

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad