This is a song about "Being oblivious"

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Ignorance is bliss, but oblivion has a spot for those that are oblivious.

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Cause i'm grinding for this paper oblivious to the haters

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Took the form of a human being

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I bet it hard being you

Swear i'm trying to get through

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Or was i just a desolate being

Im tired of being slepted on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john