This is a song about "Being mise"

For going on being

Money ain't a thing

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

My future now being burned

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Took the form of a human being

Now this is what i call an evening

I believed in a higher being.

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

I bet it hard being you