This is a song about "World aint no place for me"

Fuck love, it ain't no place fo a nigga in this world so rough

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

There's no telling what the world has in store for us

Aint got time for mindgames, no need to be so mysterious,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Im a protege with ferocity there aint no stopping me

Aint no room for one more

Lower than my credit score

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,