This is a song about "Being retarde"

Plans consist of being successful

Ha, running rebel on another level

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Took the form of a human being

I’m being sarcastic,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

Fuck being counterfeit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit