This is a song about "Soul travel"

Let's put it on cruise control

Like it's embeded into your soul

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Y'all want to see corruptibility? then travel down the block,

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Now travel with me and you will you quickly see

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Even if i have to decode a dictionary in order to travel

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

She don't like to travel but she wanna bangkok/