This is a song about "Destiny or fate"

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

Fuck that now trying get the money

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

He was too young at 31, that wasn't his fate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

This battle will decide your fate

Or i can use tape, who's fate can i decide/

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

The shit that i spit is more

Hopefully that will be my fate or

I'm dreaming to be great

When i was mad at fate