This is a song about "Make your own connection to the universe"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe

Focused on your own need to cuddle

I got rich from a little struggle

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

I could make my lyrics make you want to tie your own noose

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

To find your own existence and a mistress

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

To pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe

'' you got no bars '' so your words no connection

In this cold world, it's all about collection