This is a song about "Travel"

But i would travel through art

Like a small garage in your backyard

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

To travel all the plains, and the plane within plains,

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Even if i have to decode a dictionary in order to travel

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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