This is a song about "Being mullied"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Fuck being counterfeit

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

While you were sittin being lame,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Professing they found one ready as this

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Just the fact of being there

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Or was i just a desolate being

Ha, running rebel on another level

You're like normal, fuck being normal