This is a song about "Being smarter"

Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Cause "how the fuck could this happen to our kids? they're smarter than this"/

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Or was i just a desolate being

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Wonder whether i should murder you like a burger cuz i'm smarter than a observer

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

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

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Either get smarter or become a martyr

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father