This is a song about "Being misunderstood"

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Despite my life being' unavailable

Cause this album pack enough evil

Of being rich and powerful

Just the fact of being there

And never should you tear

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Took the form of a human being

Too afraid of being a loser

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Or was i just a desolate being

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Tell him to stop being vulgar,

She should have invited her