This is a song about "Fate of two worlds"

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Two aks and a box of blunts

He dont want the diamonds

Two sports references of people who are important

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

At the end of the day, we all follow the same fate and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things