This is a song about "Southeastern tourist spots"

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Your like a tourist with one flip flop

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion