This is a song about "Fate nate"

My fate, watchin out for every little mistake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Early adapters agree they all late

Us together that's nothing but fate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

As demons seep in the sinners early fate

Cause that race will decide your fate,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Our vision never changed, we self made

Affects not us but the guardians fate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

That determine the outcome of fate

When i was mad at fate

We both had dreams of being great