This is a song about "Being yo"

So get up off that slave ship

I’m being sarcastic,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

For going on being

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Me and red raider, yo, go in, yo....

Or was i just a desolate being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

//ill freestyle, let's go, yo...

You know i be teasing, though

My bitches fuck me good

Fuck being counterfeit

Being overshadowed by me is yo eternal fate, its something i can't relate.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening