This is a song about "Geosphere atmosphere biosphere hydrosphere"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Not just hoes, and lambos, in a great atmosphere

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

I'm looking down the atmosphere

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Its here, the future we feared, this perished atmosphere,

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

In the ocean there's another atmosphere.