This is a song about "Being retarde"

And getting money is the song i sing

Or was i just a desolate being

I believed in a higher being.

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I’m being sarcastic,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

For going on being

Bun b, i’m underground king

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Plans consist of being successful

Ha, running rebel on another level

While you were sittin being lame,

See dog? rap is my aim