This is a song about "Being triggered"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

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

Plans consist of being successful

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Took the form of a human being

Get off a key like i can’t sing

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Or was i just a desolate being

She say she love me more than anything