This is a song about "Destiny sucking balls"

Quit rapping and go back to sucking dick

All you wanna do is get that stick

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Is it this black mercedes

Bitches on knees sucking dee's

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

They giving pounds and that before get the money

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I'm on the run from destiny, limited rhapsody

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

When it comes to spitting that fire

I got there bitches sucking my penile