This is a song about "Genesis 22"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

22. splitting simple divisions,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

We're still diligent, the sky is limitless, our genesis

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Luckily i saw genesis, and then he pulled me out

Now it's a catch 22 and this ain't no drill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

I'm the genesis to you're atari