This is a song about "Being unlucky"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Kinda like retards and being caucasian

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I’m being sarcastic,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

I'm prone to being accidental,