This is a song about "Being oblivious"

While you were sittin being lame,

So we can live again

Plans consist of being successful

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

You're like normal, fuck being normal

Just the fact of being there

Turn around and then you flip your hair

A childhood being depressed,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Im tired of being slepted on