This is a song about "World like this"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

You bitches wanna start shit? i'm out this world like clone wars,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

He committed suicide because of this damn world

My flow is out of this world like the lunar axis / who could match this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

This shit fresher than the harvest it will crush the world like a comet

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

So i don't have to stand this world

This crazy world we live in, it's full of a lot of people like you,

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Like, "there's nothing in this world that tastes as good as skinny feels!"