This is a song about "Being retarde"

10th grade, eyes red as shit

I’m being sarcastic,

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

And getting money is the song i sing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A childhood being depressed,

My future now being burned

May not change the world

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

Wale and we are not the same

While you were sittin being lame,

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Do not attempt to interfere