This is a song about "Fate"

We can then appreciate our fate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

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

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Give me dome, then let me skate

This battle will decide your fate

My fate, watchin out for every little mistake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

The ride lurches forward and slowly creep towards our fate

I can tell you that this tape

When i was mad at fate

Your fate equates to stormin the

Just a little nigga