This is a song about "Being misjudged"

Im tired of being slepted on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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

Lease on the whip

Fuck being counterfeit

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I’m being sarcastic,

For going on being

A break from what you hearing

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

If you thought it, it better be what you want

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven