This is a song about "Being lightskin"

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Fuck being counterfeit

I got that goodman game

While you were sittin being lame,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Cause my mother let me do what i want

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im tired of being slepted on

Just the fact of being there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care