This is a song about "Being retarde"

Now this is what i call an evening

I believed in a higher being.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

I bet it hard being you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

I must not fear being insane

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Let my angel sing

For going on being

A childhood being depressed,

Your new man got my respect

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Im tired of being slepted on