This is a song about "Sensation of destination"

Destination: desolation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I took a right off the next exit to my destination

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

My lines created on papers to be honest is a sensation

My destination/ filled with sully and saturation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

To this slim shady sensation

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Only concern was the home that was close to him

It's only one motivation,the new sensation

Bad bitches never loved them though

Return of the king of flow

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,