This is a song about "Atlas akin"

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

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

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from