This is a song about "The earth"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

But still has the perverse to coerce the earth

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

We gotta get back to what really matters

He birthed with the girth that's shakin the earth

Keepin the earth clean with my good vibes,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I was the first person on earth before god, i ejaculated on the earth and my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

It seems like you cant see the destruction on planet earth

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

This ones for the lovers

Across the face of the earth

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,