This is a song about "Being invis"

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

While you were sittin being lame,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I must not fear being insane

Just the fact of being there

Throw your gun in tha air

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Im tired of being slepted on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Or the chick leaving

For going on being