This is a song about "Being retarde"

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

You're not usin' your brain

I must not fear being insane

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

But thats the life of a human being

Being an alchoholic i fear,

A lot of people called it last year

Now this is what i call an evening

Or was i just a desolate being