This is a song about "Being messy"

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Yeah i'm cashing out, i'm all madden dog

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Im tired of being slepted on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Being an alchoholic i fear,

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Fuck it, im leaving

For going on being