This is a song about "Being retarde"

For going on being

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Took the form of a human being

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Just the fact of being there

Right, now you say you don't care

Oh your friends are sick

I’m being sarcastic,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Stop it if you scared

A childhood being depressed,

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from