This is a song about "Being retarde"

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

While you were sittin being lame,

See dog? rap is my aim

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Im tired of being slepted on

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Fuck being counterfeit

You know, work that

Being an alchoholic i fear,

A couple of sprites but no beer

My future now being burned

Who dat, who dat? cole world