This is a song about "Being offsides"

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

My future now being burned

Get off a key like i can’t sing

For going on being

A childhood being depressed,

Half your body laying on my chest

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

I believed in a higher being.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

I’m being sarcastic,