This is a song about "Fate of two worlds"

This worlds out of balance, scales broke here comes the challenge,

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

It's part of your fate, that's when your life'll start to begin

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Could of lost two very close friends

Or two of the motherfuckers

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die