This is a song about "Crossing the road"

Niggas talk with limited service

Trippin like i road the bus

Take the brick road for the blue key

Cause all i want is you, baby

You pay your favorite stripper car note

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

No, not on top but down there

Road to success headed to the chair

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Leave in the am, on the road again

I'm on the road to the riches.

She need now, she ain't never needed love