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

And its simple as that baby

For you rapping is not meant to be

Do you think i'm crazy

Who no one wants to know, or be.

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Or i'll be forced to cleave your tendons

Or lucky to be alive

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Not to be accepted by everyone else...

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Should not be hard to find

Soldiers lost their mind

Not cus i'm overseas or because it's meant to be

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby