This is a song about "Taking on the world"

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Always holding the world on my shoulder

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

But i murder him first

I stand on top of the world

Me taking my revenge on you so i can always remember the attack

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

An when the world ends...ill be the only left on it,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit