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

Not going to be jerked around be those fucking pricks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I'm just expected to be respected, not to climb to the top

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

For you rapping is not meant to be

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I'm not an enemy or an entity that's ready to be reckoned with

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Not to be accepted by everyone else...