This is a song about "Many worlds"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

My nigga, its all love

Worlds in your hands now, better believe

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

So many people are dyin'

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I can walk out to so many!

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Where respect is earned, many try.... too many crash an burn,

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Could i make you my baby

Ya this worlds so cold but dont tell me