This is a song about "We are destiny"

No, no, we are not those

Every night i stroke hoes

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Odell beckham we are the giants/

All we need is convienient love

Still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

Right now we are plentiful

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny