This is a song about "Being"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

I believed in a higher being.

Just the fact of being there

Let me hear that beat, air

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Fuck being counterfeit

She crazy, that stalker shit

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Straight bad bitches i run, through

I bet it hard being you

I must not fear being insane

So much to say a scrabble game