This is a song about "Being pooroor"

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

A childhood being depressed,

Being an alchoholic i fear,

We put a wreath on niggas' career

What preceded was the clue

I bet it hard being you

She say she love me more than anything

Took the form of a human being

My future now being burned

We been all around the world

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

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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Im tired of being slepted on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb