This is a song about "Being swole"

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

While you were sittin being lame,

Trying to renovate the game

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I bet it hard being you

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Fuck being counterfeit