This is a song about "The wourld"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

The bigger the the fun

I'm a son of a gun

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hop off the bus

Where the fuck the chorus