This is a song about "Travel"

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Y'all want to see corruptibility? then travel down the block,

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Now travel with me and you will you quickly see

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Electric relaxation, people's travel started the slaughter,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

Now travel with me and you will you quickly see

Once as a slave who imagined being free