This is a song about "Curve in the road"

Who life was for music and the road

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

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

Cause in the end we all on the same road to success

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Me ahead of the curve knowing just what i worth

Leave in the am, on the road again

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them