This is a song about "The worlds my worlds"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Worlds in your hands now, better believe

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

So no ones safe as long as the worlds rotating and still feeble

Cause this worlds gonna get whats coming to it

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

My smile is the sun, but my brain is the rain.

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Its time for our worlds rebirth but gotta do it right this time

The sky is not my limit, the sky's my point of view.

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you