This is a song about "Being yoursel"

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

She say she love me more than anything

Or was i just a desolate being

The boa know they loving the crew

I bet it hard being you

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I believed in a higher being.