This is a song about "Being misjudged"

Bun b, i’m underground king

For going on being

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

A childhood being depressed,

Ever since my daddy left

A break from what you hearing

For going on being

I’m being sarcastic,

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Or was i just a desolate being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Says money in the air

Just the fact of being there