This is a song about "Destination arena"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Distorted from scars physically and mentally with no destination

Just a place that they can come

To his destination, i'm taken

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

An arena of alternative atmospheres’ run amok

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

On a mission for twin additions, your destination, love's intimate fruition

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Im from the seaside destination

Sing your arena i haul the stadium

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son