This is a song about "Being ready to arr"

I wasn't ready to make my

No more will we cry

Dreaming heavy, deeming ready to accept my sleep

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

And then left ready to do it again

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Get ready to release a debut cd

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

The life of politician, ready to campaign