This is a song about "Being mullied"

While you were sittin being lame,

I'm going off the top of the brain

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Took the form of a human being

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

Bout time i got my respect

A childhood being depressed,