This is a song about "Manifest destiny"

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

A military mind mean money

This is my, best in ages, masquerading as, ganondorf's manifest

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

A light went aside from him and darkness allowed itself to manifest

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Third ward general, young cash money

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Life is ours to live, destiny to chose