This is a song about "Tour de france"

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

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

I'm the king of england france was getting old,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Someone immediately rose their hand to offer to take me on a tour

Fuck #thehiphopwizard101 don't diss someone for trying and claim your

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

Laser on the floor, every move is watch like the goverment got you by your

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face