This is a song about "Being mullied"

Im tired of being slepted on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Being an alchoholic i fear,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

A childhood being depressed,

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

My future now being burned

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven