This is a song about "A visit"

Dirty or clean, journey on through, lets visit the queen,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

There has to be a place better than this, in heavenso right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

And nobody comes to visit, everbody gathered around talkin bout how dey missed him

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Girl its been a minute/ i think its time for me to visit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And you don't have the clearance to visit where spitters spit vicious

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm a pro your a minor,