This is a song about "Being mullied"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A childhood being depressed,

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Im tired of being slepted on

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

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

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

While you were sittin being lame,

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

But thats the life of a human being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

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