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

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

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

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

When you took my hand up so calm

The shoulder, for you to cry on

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders