This is a song about "Jayce being rejected"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

You're an-swer will be gladly re-jec-ted

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Im tired of being slepted on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

My future now being burned

We left em a world that's cursed

About the way i'm feeling

For going on being