This is a song about "Being unhappy"

You should be cautious, kid

I’m being sarcastic,

Took the form of a human being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Or was i just a desolate being

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

For going on being

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Cause this album pack enough evil

You're like normal, fuck being normal

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Being broke is to blame