This is a song about "Being popu"

You know that love is a very serious thing

But thats the life of a human being

Im tired of being slepted on

When you took my hand up so calm

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Plans consist of being successful

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being