This is a song about "The qur an"

The world is like an enemy

Looking at your money

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

Name, like he's the champion, an average kid/

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Anticipating the future is an impossible task,

Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

What's the motivation? an interrogation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin