This is a song about "Being mullied"

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Being an alchoholic i fear,

We put a wreath on niggas' career

And my wish is to have everything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty