This is a song about "Being resp"

Cause this album pack enough evil

You're like normal, fuck being normal

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

I bet it hard being you

Parking lot of the blue flame

While you were sittin being lame,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Im tired of being slepted on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

I'm on my own shit

Fuck being counterfeit