This is a song about "Worlds tread"

But when the music plays its like my worlds an episode of cops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Tread around the periphery

Let me rideuntil i get free

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

So no ones safe as long as the worlds rotating and still feeble

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

I am money, believe it or not i'm the worlds most cunning

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

School cyphersi was too nicer

Caving into the worlds desire

This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence