This is a song about "Life on other worlds"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And other parts of your life have just become obsolete.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Try to think of spending money on other things besides the platinum

But now theirs no one on the other side, surprise

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Her mother on the other hand wasn't so good

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

On the other hand i'm superior, the cause of your prosthetic posterior

Caving into the worlds desire

The ice ain't really nothing to her