This is a song about "Fortune"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Two reflections into one

But for you its only a fortune,

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

To going from this to havin' a fortune it seems..

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin