This is a song about "Never be that gurl"

So i'm writing you this letter

And we hoped that its never

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

A taste of my acids kid, i’ll never be on that faggot shit,

I never thought that, i could say, that i could one day be bigger than any price i'd pay

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

But i know that for a girl like me that would never be

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And don't go saying that you're something that my step-dad will never be

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap