This is a song about "Making it in the world"

So much anger in the world wonder where it comes from

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

There is nothing in the world to do to make it fresher

Though it seems the world is cold

The truth shall be told

It's just a normal day in the world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

I'm doing the same thing

While im in the making

If there were no explosives in the world, it would create

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

And verbally swears the count in making

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring