This is a song about "Being in another world"

Cold, my style making my nose run

People in this world be hatten

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

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

Its just another day in may

Tell me how can we live this way

Instead of being in class

So much class, double d’s and ass

And be another victim in this cold world

Back like i never ever left in the first

Just another face in the crowd.

Meek milly racked up racked out

But i murder him first

Yea new girls all in my world

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being