This is a song about "Clean up the world"

I've got nothin' to worry about

How i blew up even though the world had doubt

I want the world to blow up

They just don't give a fuck

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

That could get the world sped up, instead of assulted and shred.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

While the world wipes his ass clean with your sleeve

I'm gonna pick the world up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid