This is a song about "Travis weeks"

Haven't shaven for #weeks feel like i'm fading no #sleep,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Spent weeks wondering why my brains getting scanned

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Can barely walk the city streets

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

2 weeks later you show up missing

I was born to do the damn thing

It’s been going on for a few weeks now, and it’s eating my brain

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game