This is a song about "Kishawn s ex called journey"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So put me outta your fucken journey

Call me whatever joe

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

The only journey you're lyrics send me to

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her