This is a song about "Being hoeless"

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

While you were sittin being lame,

Look around: we the largest in the game

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Money ain't a thing

For going on being

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

I bet it hard being you

Watching for the cops that's moving through