This is a song about "Being offsides"

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

A break from what you hearing

For going on being

A childhood being depressed,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

And even if i'm broke, dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Just the fact of being there

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

I must not fear being insane