This is a song about "Broken road to home"

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Streaks are made to broken

Yeah i ain't done

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Floor it down the road to your mind

Relationships should never rewind

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Alcohol and booty calls

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat