This is a song about "Crossing the road"

Mama made her pretty

Take the brick road for the blue key

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

And i tried to warn you, but you niggas kept crossing over the line

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Leave in the am, on the road again

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

On the road less taken

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

The road to greatness not easily achieved,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast