This is a song about "A new jorney"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

This one's for the lovers

Think i need a new purse

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Put a new meaning to obliterate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Think i need a new purse

We should fuck each others mothers

A new world order, with a new constitution

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

This is new shit, a nuisance,

I never fit in with them light skins

But let me inspire someone who can

And get a new plan, momma's got a new man