This is a song about "Travel to future"

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

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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

'cuz it could of easily been, bye, bye to their future

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

She don't like to travel but she wanna bangkok/

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

That shit is purely art, it's surely taught, i need to block the future,

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,