This is a song about "Atlas akin"

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

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

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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