Suitcase and a Passport

I met this girl at my show
 She went from standing front row
 To laying down on my flow
 She sucked me right out my soul
 She put me all on her posts
 She told the world, "She fucked Token"
 But Ben was there all alone
 Little did she know
 Ayy, sometimes when my mom wanna come to shows
 Says she hasn't seen her son for a couple months or so
 But I made the plan to be backstage with some hoes
 Even if mom get sad I'ma tell her no
 See, I'm a different man on the road
 Even ask my homies who were there on the road
 Fresh merch money in my bag, on the road
 I'ma probably blow and have to go back on the road
 Tour manager's name is Lee
 One fucking job, cater to me
 Good amount of money that I pay him a week
 But I still can't tell if you love or hate me
 Making money, never let the money make me
 But I'm paranoid about all of the money they see
 So I hide it in my pillowcase when I go to sleep
 Least I know I'll be smiling if they suffocate me
 These girls always think I'm richer than I am, so I go with it
 Asking me what celebrities I've met at shows? and it's-
 Usually a lot less than they suppose it is
 So I make up some shit 'til the chick is like, "No kidding"
 Even when they ask for my real name I don't give it
 When I tell my friends that they think I'm so tripping
 Chick named Marie stole my chain in Winnipeg
 Ever since then, I guess I don't trust no bitches
 Later that tour I had a show in Halifax
 Couldn't find my wallet and the tele
 And this girl was feeling sketchy
 So, she's the one I started snapping at
 She freaked out on me then I found it in my backpack
 I was like, "My bad", she was like, "Fuck you!"
 I was like, "Where you goin'?", she was like, "Fuck you!"
 I would've felt bad but I didn't have time to
 I had another girl who was trying to come through
 That's just tour life, how it's affecting you?
 Girls, new place, new plus the revenue
 Every time I leave home, mama says to call her
 Every chance I get but I never do
 I tell her it's because I lost my voice from the show
 Really, it's because I don't know if she'll recognize it
 Lee's telling me what not to do when alone
 But, lyrics are the only thing I'm memorizing
 Best place to put the merch first thing that we look for
 Merch guy got a piece of paper that he put the totals in
 I read it so much, I'm feeling like a bookworm
 Can't talk about this shit up on a single
 My manager say, "Put your best foot first"
 But my best night was a threesome in London
 Back of the tour bus and me and my homie took turns
 Then one of the chicks boyfriends banging on the door
 So damn heated
 She didn't care so I opened the window
 And told him, "Motherfucker beat it"
 Flashback, sophomore year
 My homie, Colin, he was fucking with a chick who had a boyfriend
 I told him to stop because karma's real
 Now look at me, how does that feel?
 It feel like its supposed to
 Cheating, new city with a bigger chip on my shoulder
 Marie stole my tame, bitch you think you slick, don't ya?
 This the reason I didn't feel the same when I woke up
 This the reason I fuck with my girl until we broke up
 But it's what I asked for
 If I wanted true love then I should've asked more
 Had a lot of new friends on my last tour
 The only ones that stuck with me
 Suitcase and a passport