This is a song about "The world is on my shoulder"

But this is a sickness on the world, i call it a fever/

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

We left em a world that's cursed

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And the world is my church, and i'm the fucking lord almighty,

Basically my conclusion is that your care for the world is counterfeit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I've got my foot on your shoulder

And then along came the wrong man for her