This is a song about "Being lonelyt"

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

While you were sittin being lame,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Plans consist of being successful

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Took the form of a human being

Bun b, i’m underground king

My future now being burned

We left em a world that's cursed

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything