This is a song about "Egypt pyramids space universe cars women society food positive flat earth gold god"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

They built the pyramids.

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

I thought i was out a-town, but god damn i'm outta space

In my perverse universe

Talking about the god you serve

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Women are a piece of art god gave us to admire

We can talk things over a little a while

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed