This is a song about "Being voiceless"

I’m being sarcastic,

And talk some more shit

In my drawsring, ring, ring

For going on being

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

We might be voiceless it seems but put your voices in lyrics,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Overtired, im just over being tired

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Took the form of a human being

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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