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

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

See, i like the person that you are

I've got my foot on your shoulder

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

The world at risk, all on his wrist, the mic is gripped/

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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/

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And its like the world is on repeat