This is a song about "It s a poem of good fortune"

It depends, what is good and evil, in the eyes of a madman?

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Spit a poem or a diss

And maybe cupid won't miss

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Eminem, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

But for you its only a fortune,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.