This is a song about "Atlas akin"

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

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

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years