This is a song about "Being retarde"

A childhood being depressed,

Your new man got my respect

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

While you were sittin being lame,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

I believed in a higher being.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Im tired of being slepted on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

About the way i'm feeling

For going on being

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story