This is a song about "Travel"

Travel through time - coppin a diamond and bringing it into these lines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

I travel through the camera

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Travel the world, and the seven seas

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

The wedding tape makes me travel back

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road