This is a song about "They meen the world to me"

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

But now the world don't even faze me

She wanted to fight at first

Me and you against the world

But unfortunetly the world decided to torture me cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

The people in this world they don't love they hate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Welcome son to the new world

Long as she come to me first

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

The world we have created makes me sick to my stomach

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck