This is a song about "Travel"

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, i might just travel west

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

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

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

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

And i’m talkin, passenger action