This is a song about "Were not ment to be"

I’m a hustla, baby

What you were meant to be.

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

If skills were to be sold, then i'd no doubt be an billionaire.

If we were meant to be, why arent you here?

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

We were meant to be thats something i truly agree

Baby, you know who you are

Just not destine to be ruler.

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

You were always the one saying its time to stop, so why not?"

Its ment to be coz you are really vexing me,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see