This is a song about "Road trip"

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I've been down that road before

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

They just go around

Tires screech on that road ground

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I like to call that a quick flip

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

So get up off that slave ship

But see i planned a trip