This is a song about "Fate"

Early adapters agree they all late

Cause that race will decide your fate,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

We can then appreciate our fate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Take a minute or two before testing your fate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

It wasn't rate, and it wasn't fate,

Let em marinate, you forever late

All of these are the ways that you could meet your fate,

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

My fate, watchin out for every little mistake

Affects not us but the guardians fate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate