This is a song about "Small worlds"

Worlds in your hands now, better believe

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Buried and killed by the worlds eighth wonder

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

But he's small and got a structure

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Summertime in the city

Ya this worlds so cold but dont tell me

My trademark im small and mental!

So pretentious with no potential

Its time for our worlds rebirth but gotta do it right this time

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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