This is a song about "Multiple universes"

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Thats multiple different figures

Actions speak louder than words

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Using multiple syllables a minute

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Of multiple prisms tripping like i'm off balance on a rigid

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit