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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

To be or not to be dead or alive

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

And getting money is the song i sing

Who no one wants to know, or be.

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Nows not for her to be shamed,

But they sold jello in the paint

Do not be afraid not even to show your nationality

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Or try to be your converter too

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

For you rapping is not meant to be

That's why i'm makin' money