This is a song about "Atlas akin"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters