This is a song about "The problems of the world"

The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

A world comsumed by the book of faces

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And my kick game beyond crazy

Half of the world sees success in me

Weight of the world, i lift without preparation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But i murder him first

I ain't got knowledge of the world

The world would die because of it

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Feelin top of the world

Long as she come to me first

Just one of the many problems on my long list

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist