This is a song about "I have a desire to travel but i cannot yet"

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

I have enough whisky to fill this desire

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

I cannot explain, i cannot.

But i am right you cannot refuse it

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

But i ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet

I wish i could time travel backwards but i can't

Celebrate the very day that she get past

But i would travel through art

Like a small garage in your backyard

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

Never had a drop, but what have i to lose, i still have the opportunity to choose,