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

Just not destine to be ruler.

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

It ain't hard to make money

For you rapping is not meant to be

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.

I'm a rocker, ever since to be or not to be.

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Even if you were to be more upright than an arrow,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

And it's impossible to be lost when you never were found,

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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