This is a song about "Fortune"

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Im the foremen of the rothschild fortune

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

And corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come