This is a song about "Fate"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

The ride lurches forward and slowly creep towards our fate

You better be careful when fate

Low income no bills getting paid

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Affects not us but the guardians fate

Where every recipient, property of the state

Take a minute or two before testing your fate

If misshaped fixated on a flipped face twist hate to fit fate

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Still waiting for the one day when i figure out my fate

Not one j got a pair or more

Hopefully that will be my fate or

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Climb to the church steeple and resign myself to my sinner's fate/