This is a song about "Being retarde"

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

I just got one request, stop breathing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I believed in a higher being.

But he don't rule a thing

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A childhood being depressed,

Just the fact of being there

From out of nowhere

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring