This is a song about "Being mise"

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

A childhood being depressed,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

But thats the life of a human being

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

For going on being

Or the chick leaving

While you were sittin being lame,

Your man wale in his own damn lane