This is a song about "Being uncon"

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

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

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

A childhood being depressed,

Hold up yea we the best

Im tired of being slepted on

When you took my hand up so calm

For going on being

I do the right thing

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

My future now being burned