This is a song about "To be or not to be"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

Not trying to be nas, jay, or pun, just the coldest one spitting

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

For you rapping is not meant to be

If you ain't about money

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

Not going to be jerked around be those fucking pricks

What them tippers don't see

Who no one wants to know, or be.

I ain't clowning around for you to be the clown. possibly, it ain't to be or maybe

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy