This is a song about "Being gey"

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Plans consist of being successful

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

It's such a lonely world

My future now being burned

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

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

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

This bounce beat shit

Fuck being counterfeit