This is a song about "A world where everything is perfect but everyone is depressed"

But not right now,the world is cruel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Yeah he is my everything

Money ain't a thing

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

It is a beat, heard around the world,

It's a mystery why everyone is so sick of me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Is making the perfect potion

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

One day everything i say is gonna make perfect sense

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears