This is a song about "The traveler"

But that's what he liked her

For the man of the hour

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Hit the dash blast the overpass

But you don't have a chance

Ross and folarin, couple women

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Tryna find the one

The wall being the victim

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack