This is a song about "I own the world"

Now that's six cops found on that ground

I feel the world go round n round

I see the world willing to obligate

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

We left em a world that's cursed

I was meant to lead the world

The world i live in is unrealistic

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Me and my microphone could be one

A couple children i can raise who actually love the world,

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

But i murder him first

I stand on top of the world

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Pull out the bong, that i own,