This is a song about "Miss fortune"

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Then i gotta say peace to you

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Fearing imma miss my chance

I miss my cable tv

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

I never miss everytime i pitch

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

And corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,