This is a song about "Being mysewlf"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Or was i just a desolate being

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Just the fact of being there

Now this is what i call an evening

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

But thats the life of a human being

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

And this will be the song that we sing

I believed in a higher being.

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Being an alchoholic i fear,