This is a song about "To the"

Your fate equates to stormin the

Now hey little mama

The memories were to shitty to even last,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Live the way you want to

I can do better without you

The paper to the pen.

So we can live again

When i'm on it, on it like my job

From the bottom to the top

Cut me off every time im talking

Get ready to hail to the king

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

Just to let you know, you are

To tie the wire to his tire