This is a song about "Being retarde"

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Fuck being counterfeit

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Took the form of a human being

Lady at the frank stand will

Plans consist of being successful

Just the fact of being there

But now it's more declare

Or was i just a desolate being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

While you were sittin being lame,

So we can live again