This is a song about "This world"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

In this world of life i call poker,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Im lost in this world a masterless slave

That you're the king of this world

We left em a world that's cursed

In this world we walk hot, stand atop,

And i don't make no bed rock

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

But world is really cold,in this streets

Back like i never ever left in the first

And be another victim in this cold world

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

That this world is mine, im the king

You gotta fight like a wariior to stay in this world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first