This is a song about "Being independent"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Or was i just a desolate being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

My future now being burned

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

A childhood being depressed,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Only real niggas stay on top

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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