This is a song about "Fate stay night"

Dont get me wrong some do it right, stay up study all night

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

So i stay up late, and write at night.

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

This battle will decide your fate

As demons seep in the sinners early fate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

We can then appreciate our fate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

That determine the outcome of fate