This is a song about "Bon voyage"

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

But you cant catch us homie we flipping speed bon bons

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see