This is a song about "Tour de france"

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

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

You can end this verse premature

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Can't wait anymore, gotta go in tour

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

Amir, the creator of the site, but somethin ain't right. makes me question how legit your

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin