This is a song about "What is the point of life"

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

Astronaut point of view takin in the panorama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

The whole point of recycling is to re use with a reason & rhyme

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Predictable, however, is the life of a criminal

To see that this is my serial killers point of view.

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

The point of the story is that the world is unfair

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

Contemplate about life and what the fuck i'm made of,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff