This is a song about "Being mysewlf"

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

A childhood being depressed,

Hold up yea we the best

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

But he don't rule a thing

For going on being

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Haters beware, i can see clear

Im tired of being slepted on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong