This is a song about "Being retarde"

Or was i just a desolate being

Mines is family over everything

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Plans consist of being successful

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

A childhood being depressed,

Niggas in the street scared

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them