This is a song about "Visit"

And you don't have the clearance to visit where spitters spit vicious

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

& you can hear the same thing if you visit the sages

Thats just like mine to visit beside and hope that i

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

So one day i will come back to visit that grave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Love don't live here and it don't even visit

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip