This is a song about "Being retarde"

My future now being burned

But i murder him first

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

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

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Never ever pay rent

A childhood being depressed,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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