This is a song about "Rather be"

Rather be the evil within

I love your ambition

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Ide rather forgive and forget then be the man that went and banged him,

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

But would you rather be with this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

I'd rather fuckin die than be alive and feel dead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And if i do go you better come through

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

Rather be bumping the batter

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out