This is a song about "Being wite"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

I'm on my own shit

Fuck being counterfeit

While you were sittin being lame,

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I must not fear being insane

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring