This is a song about "A rand mcnally atlas"

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

A store that dosen't get a

They claim it as their own, africa

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders

Take a kitkat take a break,

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Cold, my style making my nose run

Influences are a dime a dozen