This is a song about "Being insecure"

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

For going on being

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I’m being sarcastic,

This bounce beat shit

Fuck being counterfeit

Bet i'm heavy with that

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets/

Bought them their wings, cause all i see, is just the mistakes that the insecure world breeds

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,