This is a song about "To be"

Hell! it's too late to be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Resolutions to be

But i think i like that, just maybe

I don't know if its meant to be

Now i can draw your face up pretty

How it's supposed to be

Dc, man over money

And imma take my stand to be who im meant to be

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

To be trucker's to chuck

The cool say i'm thug

I’m try'na be low key to get me elected to be free,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

If anything i'm gonna be better than what i plan to be,