This is a song about "Noha is travelling"

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

And i can't help but notice

This maine scene is what it is

This what my thought sound is

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

They for grossing a bigger business

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/

She gon get the mils for this

The bomb is can bwe you is

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Patience's never sacred instead fate is

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back