This is a song about "Coldest on the road"

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Leave in the am, on the road again

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

On the road less taken

So keep fronting till my peeps come

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

The coldest bout to show out

Baby heading down a cloud

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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