This is a song about "The atmosphere"

Its here, the future we feared, this perished atmosphere,

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

The bigger the the fun

Baby you're the one

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

In the ocean there's another atmosphere.

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Looking down the atmosphere

Here's your nigga, come hear this year