This is a song about "Destiny or fate"

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

She leave her hair on the floor

Hopefully that will be my fate or

Third ward general, young cash money

I was thinking "she's my destiny"

Your fate equates to stormin the

You're fucking with me, nigga

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

We can then appreciate our fate

Take a minute or two before testing your fate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry