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

Or try to be your converter too

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Third ward general, young cash money

Who no one wants to know, or be.

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

Nows not for her to be shamed,

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I'm not shady enough to be like him