This is a song about "With no swear worlds"

We dont fuck with no cops,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Caving into the worlds desire

Run for cover and return fire

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Ya this worlds so cold but dont tell me

Hate it when i leave

With no guns and no shields

Buried and killed by the worlds eighth wonder

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show