This is a song about "Bennett hellie being the striker"

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Sentenced the public to being a peasant,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

It came so close to being the end

Half your body laying on my chest

But thats the life of a human being

Questioning the whole meaning

At the thought of being popular

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.