This is a song about "Being lonley"

Parking lot of the blue flame

I must not fear being insane

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Im tired of being slepted on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But thats the life of a human being

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

You're like normal, fuck being normal

If they startcuz it's all about survival

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here