This is a song about "Being wierd"

Plans consist of being successful

I'm mental, it's instrumental

I believed in a higher being.

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

A childhood being depressed,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I must not fear being insane

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Light skinned women, all sex everything

But thats the life of a human being

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Or was i just a desolate being