This is a song about "Being sucidel"

I believed in a higher being.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

For going on being

But he don't rule a thing

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Took the form of a human being

Carol city or was it the west

A childhood being depressed,

While you were sittin being lame,

I'm going off the top of the brain

Pay dues like a hair salon

Im tired of being slepted on

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

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

I’m being sarcastic,

Get the zippo and spark the shit