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

No jackets were on our shoulders

Oldest nation on this earth

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

There weight on my shoulders, but none of them, there for me,

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

And its like the world is on repeat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good