This is a song about "Orb"

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

The goal is the globe and... the versace robe and

But she's not alonemiss independent

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Shit since birth i've been cursed on this earth

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Good black is the omega i get swifter