This is a song about "I like trains"

I like to use the word like magic.

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Like i said i run this bitch like im the fuckin reverend

And i think i like her

Or something that you paid for

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

But like i said i tried, i

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest