This is a song about "Sensation of destination"

But a microphone sensation

Catch you up on places i've been

It gave him chills and sensation just to keep his preservation

A wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation

I arrive at my destination

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My only destination

You're uncool like my mother kin

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

New guild watch them become a rap pad sensation

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

It's only one motivation,the new sensation

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,