This is a song about "Being the chosen one"

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Chosen by the maker of sin. temptation is the bitch that got me in..

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Took the form of a human being

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

If he on the same street as me greetings you are the chosen one..

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision