This is a song about "Road trip to texas"

As: they will be so surprised

Floor it down the road to your mind

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

Kismet hadn't finished its trip, one relinquished his bridge to the gutters

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Trip to croatia and it's all paid for,

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Thought this was forever love

I'm on the road to the riches.

Sticking to the trip and gearing for the feel of lust

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic