This is a song about "Travel"

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Electric relaxation, people's travel started the slaughter,

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

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

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

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Now travel with me and you will you quickly see

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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