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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Heard you do anything for a pair of 110s

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

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Til they're as good as d12's kon artis

I'm a force to be reckoned with

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

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline