This is a song about "Broken road"

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Hold up yea we the best

This road.....never seems to end

Come get some, you little bum

Streaks are made to broken

Are grieving and broken

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

On the road less taken

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

And i must admit

Then take a little road trip