This is a song about "Being retarde"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I’m being sarcastic,

Razor grips, laser spit

May not change the world

My future now being burned

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Now this is what i call an evening

Or was i just a desolate being