This is a song about "Your ticket"

"by the way, here's a one-way ticket back to mexico",

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

See you was there every year when i needed you

My fist is where your head will have a one way ticket to

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Onna reg like ticket holders.

Word go get some rollers

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

You hand them a one way ticket right into your crime business