This is a song about "Taking on the world"

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

And its like the world is on repeat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Sometimes i have the weight of the world on my shoulders

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Realise that you went overboard on the drug taking

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

But i murder him first

I feel on top of the world

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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