This is a song about "3rd world"

Malicious dissent toward based world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Y'all took over the world

But i murder him first

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world

But with foolness you're injected, so imma leave your hart to yearn

That song a star is born, so hot of a record got me a 3rd degree burn

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//