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

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Bt well this is rap and u write a poem..

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

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

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

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang