This is a song about "Being unhappy"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

For going on being

Money ain't a thing

A childhood being suppressed,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest