This is a song about "Fate"

You're fucking with me, nigga

Your fate equates to stormin the

Hopefully that will be my fate or

Or something that you paid for

We can then appreciate our fate

Let em marinate, you forever late

Give me 4 more years to find my fate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

That determine the outcome of fate

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

It must be your mission or fate,

I can tell you that this tape

He was too young at 31, that wasn't his fate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late