This is a song about "Being lonley"

You're like normal, fuck being normal

Aren't you somethin', an original

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

For going on being

Don't want to be the king

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Or was i just a desolate being