Song meaning of Atlanta by THRILL PILL

Ah, the song "Atlanta" by THRILL PILL. Let me break it down for you in my signature funny interpretation. So apparently, these "ebony n-words" are all caught up in the trap genre, rapping about drugs and all that jazz, but here's the kicker—they haven't even sold a single narcotic or accomplished squat. Talk about emptiness, am I right? But okay, Thrill Pill, we get it, this song is supposed to be about Atlanta. Your neighborhood supposedly represents the hot and fiery vibes of Casablanca, like we're in some exotic location or something. But hey, Thrill Pill, if you find yourself without a blunt, you're feeling blue, huh? I must say, these white folks are shining bright, but they're doing it with zero talent. And here you are, blowing blunts like they're skyrocketing in popularity, breaking boundaries with your style. Those bitches may stay silent, but when Thrill Pill speaks, they better listen. BACK 2 DA STREETZ, boys! Apparently, you guys thief around while the horizon remains invisible. And you, oh mighty Thrill Pill, have journeyed here for ages, strolling on silk paths. You genuinely don't give a damn who you are to them. You're left on your own, with nothing but Thrill on your lips. Embrace the hatred in their eyes, you devil! Yes, it's amusing to witness the hatred in their eyes, my dear Thrill Pill. You collect glances with your fancy sneakers while your boys collect sneakers for themselves. Oh, the profoundness! Thrill Pill, you dominate this Atlanta game like a champion. It's the year 2015, for goodness' sake. Remember my name, Thrill Pill, you filthy rascal. Let the party continue for all your brothers. Weed sticks to your paper, and you trip on your block. Thrill Pill rolls and gets stuck. Your white friends stay on the block all day long, sticking to that paper and tripping on your block. Yo! In the darkness, you smoke. You smoke in the ego-devouring darkness. You detonate a joint that kills time. Your boys wage wars on the blocks for that doping sensation. These grams, oh dear, they replace air for them. Yeah, these grams replace air for them, my oh my. You're killing BP while haze kills you, and you crush MCs left and right. It's a fact, my friend, there's just so much luck and skill here, but sorry, it's still not enough to beat your boys on the blocks. Your crew dominates the beats, while these fools hang around the corners. They know our names and remember where we used to dwell. Your crew dominates the beats, while these fools hang around the corners. They know our names and remember where we used to dwell. Oh, devil. Thrill Pill. You're feeling down when there's no blunt, huh? Their white stuff shines, but boy, it's a mindless gleam. (Switch up) Finally, your neighborhood is Atlanta, hot like Casablanca. But when Thrill Pill is without a blunt, you start feeling gloomy. These white ones may light up, but their glow is purely hopeless. This, my friends, is Atlanta, my dear n-words. Well, that was quite a journey, wasn't it? Atlanta, the trap scene, blunts, and white people shining aimlessly. It's a wild ride in the world of Thrill Pill, that's for sure. Keep tripping, my friends!