This is a song about "45 by on a road"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

On a little secret, don't judge a book by it's cover

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Even shed a few tears, i traveled that road

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

So alone on this road again, until the end of time.

Tires screech on that road ground

They can’t even come around