This is a song about "Being trur"

Being an alchoholic i fear,

But my brother got a year

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

I must not fear being insane

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

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im tired of being slepted on

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Or was i just a desolate being

Just know fame has a price, lose everything