This is a song about "I aint worried about you im just tryna do me gotta lot on plate"

You gotta' do what you gotta' do

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

What do i gotta do, get down on my knees and plead?

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here

Not a fan of me? well fuck you, you aint gotta listen to nothing i say,

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Tryna do me wrong? you made a mistake

I just crush a lot on my big pun shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop