This is a song about "Being retarde"

For going on being

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Now this is what i call an evening

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Fuck being counterfeit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Or was i just a desolate being

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

But thats the life of a human being

And getting money is the song i sing

Raised by a momma who, who

I bet it hard being you