This is a song about "Being rejected"

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Then play you all my latest shit

Im alone and rejected

Took the form of a human being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

It made me tense / i felt shaky when / the card was rejected at the atm

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Now this is what i call an evening

But thats the life of a human being

Fuck being counterfeit

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit