This is a song about "Crossing the road"

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

The road to greatness not easily achieved,

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Road to success headed to the chair

Don't you leave a seed in there

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

Take the brick road for the blue key

Cause some of you bitches funny

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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