This is a song about "Travis weeks"

I said believe in your dreams

But these days turn to weeks,

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Your last weeks news, thought my emotions was true

I'll be dead in a few weeks

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

In jail every 2 weeks/

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Waking up in the hospital a few weeks later,

Three weeks no peep or a even a sound

Everytime you come around

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques