This is a song about "Giving the world to your boy"

Listen to the devils voice and it's giving me chills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

A boy in his prime trying to leave his mark in this world

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

We left em a world that's cursed

Welcome son to the new world

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

I can only imagine, uncle bob