This is a song about "Being mis judged"

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Being broke is to blame

So much to say a scrabble game

About the way i'm feeling

I believed in a higher being.

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

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

I do the right thing

For going on being

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

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Let's pretend he never was judged on facial traits,