This is a song about "Being gey"

As i light one for ill will

Plans consist of being successful

Im tired of being slepted on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I'm doing the same thing

For going on being

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Took the form of a human being

A childhood being depressed,

And i ain't never left