This is a song about "Being mys"

They think they bring that pain

I must not fear being insane

Or the chick leaving

For going on being

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Or was i just a desolate being

And she would do anything for everything

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Took the form of a human being

Plans consist of being successful

As i light one for ill will

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog