This is a song about "Tour de france"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure

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

You can end this verse premature

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

A lovely outer surface

From last night on the tour bus

Try to go on tour and pour this shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Without the sound of guns

Re-directed de-ci-sions