This is a song about "Bricks on the road"

And do i need to mention when

Leave in the am, on the road again

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

Cause in the end we all on the same road to success

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Silicone bitches got the confidence

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see