This is a song about "The traveler"

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

Release the song, cash the lot

He say, she say, oh my god

On the bible you can run

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Cold world no blanket son

Eyes poked out the the raven

The bigger the the fun

It ain't where i been

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

The realist in the game

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

But i murder him first

I'm in the the real world