This is a song about "Worlds ending"

Ill be the worlds best ever known rhyme dropper.

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But you're loving mine i am the shit

So they think about ending it/

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Me against the rest of the worlds it's

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

This worlds out of balance, scales broke here comes the challenge,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

Ya this worlds so cold but dont tell me

Fuck that now trying get the money