This is a song about "World views"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

I don't have any views

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Like i care who's sicker and got views bigger

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

You criticize my views too, it's the truth, my flow,

Crazy how shit always seems to happen just to get views

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

All these problems that i gotta write em down and watch the views

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Spiritually lifted, whether christian jew, religious views,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice