This is a song about "Being there"

Swankisota i be there... i be there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

But he don't rule a thing

For going on being

I'll always be there, be there

Let me hear that beat, air

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

And if they did, they didn't care

Just the fact of being there

Im back at there house now there panicking

Get off a key like i can’t sing