This is a song about "Being insecure"

Your so insecure cause you don't even know who you are

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Be my mother lover

I feel so insecure

So if i do call it's just a check

So insecure, no one's perfect

Or was i just a desolate being

You know that love is a very serious thing

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Never wrong at any level

I'm insecure and need approval

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit