This is a song about "Destiny"

Your destiny is my and my crew's to reclaim!

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Is it fate or is it destiny, i’m eager and impatiently

Like fuck off, this is my destiny, so stop testing me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas/

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

It's difficult to fight someone, who has his own destiny

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Must be something you want me to see