This is a song about "Soul travel"

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

To travel all the plains, and the plane within plains,

Your gonna be on top nigga

I travel through the camera

You shook my world and it felt apart

But i would travel through art

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

She never ready to go so she forever come

Visions, dreams of passion

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke