This is a song about "Tour"

From last night on the tour bus

Where i'm from they is ruthless

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

And i don’t need a cure