This is a song about "Being hoeless"

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

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

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

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Now this is what i call an evening

For going on being

Or the chick leaving

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Plans consist of being successful

See these lights got me on another level