This is a song about "Pick the world up and drop it on yo fucking head"

Keep it cool and drop stool on fools

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

On this fucking world may be the fucking underworld

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

It's fucking dangerous the way i pick the razors up

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em

All the things to be closer when it just ends up to ten and some men who can't even pick up a pen

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

I got something you've been waiting for

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

And spit all over the world from on top it