This is a song about "Small worlds"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Me against the rest of the worlds it's

Went out and had a church of kids

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

U a small pet me tyrannosaurus- rex

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

Everybody have's small problems

Always knew where the pot was

Her tits are fucking small

By the phone, no call

Cause this worlds gonna get whats coming to it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market