This is a song about "A band meant to be"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

A butterfly in a bee's hive; was never meant to be.

You not meant to be here, on my car you just rust

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

But it just wasn't meant to be.

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Like a fairy tale, it was just meant to be

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

And eventually, you will see what i am meant to be

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

We might be back in this baby

That girl meant a lot to me

But it just wasn't meant to be.

Dc, man over money

Not to sure but i know that's it's meant to be

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby