This is a song about "Fate"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

To exit vacation let fate take em

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

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

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Climb to the church steeple and resign myself to my sinner's fate/

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

We can then appreciate our fate

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,