This is a song about "Being retarde"

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I’m being sarcastic,

Foolish, i be on that new shit

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

For going on being

Don't want to be the king

And i been all around the world

My future now being burned

I believed in a higher being.

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Babe you know it gets no better than this