This is a song about "Being grounded"

In my drawsring, ring, ring

For going on being

For going on being

Tell them niggas they sleeping

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

No one likes being lied to.

Girl i just love you

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Fuck being counterfeit

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Mama, fuck you, little bitch, mood swings, now i'm grounded?

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven