This is a song about "Being mise"

In the midst of a fire pit

Fuck being counterfeit

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

You're like normal, fuck being normal

I bet it hard being you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

With a note there and im thinking of reading

And this will be the song that we sing

I believed in a higher being.