This is a song about "Taking on the world"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Always holding the world on my shoulder

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

The world at risk, all on his wrist, the mic is gripped/

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Taking over the world while the money adds up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Sometimes i have the weight of the world on my shoulders

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Slammin on the brake, cuz i've taking all that i can take/

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate