This is a song about "Being swaggy"

Or was i just a desolate being

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Took the form of a human being

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Fuck being counterfeit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

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

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Now this is what i call an evening

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing