This is a song about "Being si"

A childhood being suppressed,

Half your body laying on my chest

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

Im being pulled left and right

She might be goin' home with me tonight

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

You all niggas ain't even on my level

And i'm being motherfucking abnormal.

I’m being sarcastic,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I hate being sober

Just to let you know, you are

Parking lot of the blue flame

Being broke is to blame