This is a song about "Destiny drive"

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Quietly violent drive irises

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

What you know about this life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I guess thats just central drive

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Let a nigga drive slow,

Like curses on the radio

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny