This is a song about "Fate vs destiny"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

I can tell you that this tape

When i was mad at fate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

That determine the outcome of fate

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Destiny or future

Something worth dying for

And all women who had light features, see

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Us together that's nothing but fate