This is a song about "Being shory"

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Just the fact of being there

She crazy, that stalker shit

I’m being sarcastic,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im tired of being slepted on

Cause he just came home off of bid

Fuck being counterfeit

For going on being

Don't want to be the king

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

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