This is a song about "This world"

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Outta this world to the atmosphere

In this world we walk hot, stand atop,

O. trice always rep his block

Im lost in this world a masterless slave

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

This world is what you make it

I'm on my uk shit

You gotta fight like a wariior to stay in this world

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Kick their asses outta this world

Not much shit in this world to amuse

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth