This is a song about "Fate of two worlds"

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Good love then i can do that for her

When the two of us are together

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Take a minute or two before testing your fate

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

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

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