This is a song about "Being retarde"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I’m being sarcastic,

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

My future now being burned

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Just the fact of being there

Day and night are my 'posites rare

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Your being dismembered its clouded thought