This is a song about "Good fortune"

That everythings fine, ok and good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

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

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

And corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

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

Dominating of the eastside shall commence