This is a song about "Being retarde"

Or was i just a desolate being

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

I must not fear being insane

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Im tired of being slepted on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Fuck being counterfeit

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Just the fact of being there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss