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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Cuz once the world gets on my ass i’ll be dead,

Yeah my lyrics are on the sheet but theyre also here in the world

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

The shoulder, for you to cry on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

I hope this explains why this chip's on my shoulder