This is a song about "Crossing the road"

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

The road to greatness not easily achieved,

Fork in the road go a different route

So before i go, you should harvest food

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

Indubitably i'm too street

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing