This is a song about "Small worlds"

Cause this worlds gonna get whats coming to it

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I am money, believe it or not i'm the worlds most cunning

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

We gotta get back to what really matters

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Me against the rest of the worlds it's

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

So no ones safe as long as the worlds rotating and still feeble

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel