This is a song about "Being retarde"

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Im tired of being slepted on

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

But thats the life of a human being

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

A childhood being depressed,

Hold my tears i tried my best

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Or was i just a desolate being

And for me it's reversed

My future now being burned