This is a song about "A girl named destiny"

I got a friend named chris rent

Life has put her to the test

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

There used to be a guy named undertaker

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel