This is a song about "Tour 44"

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

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

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Can't wait anymore, gotta go in tour

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

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

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

From last night on the tour bus

I'm a magician so please focus