This is a song about "Being retarde"

Or was i just a desolate being

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

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Im tired of being slepted on

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I must not fear being insane

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Lord forbid, for the good kid

I’m being sarcastic,

Questioning the whole meaning

For going on being