This is a song about "Tour"

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

I've got muslims calling on jesus

From last night on the tour bus

You wait and see little old me will be a star you’ll see, me on my world tour,

This shit is an explicit advanced maneuver, your verse is nothin but manure,

And i'll tell you some more, i'd like to give you a tour

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,