This is a song about "Coldest on the road"

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Leave in the am, on the road again

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

On the road less taken

Bet i get like 8 of them

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

I’m ill enough to kill cancer: baby, i’m chemo