This is a song about "Earths layers"

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Sitting back all these layers need to peal

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Diamond bling layers, i'm rhyming with a #king #slayer,

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

On my canvas i'm an artist i seek earths core for stardust

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Yup sure,i came from the dirt,ordained from his his birth and i'll remain on this earth

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator