This is a song about "Dark road"

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Trippin like i road the bus

Shit, we don't believe none of them

On the road less taken

Like a small garage in your backyard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Time to think about dark side

Me and you i think we should ride

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I talk to myself in the dark

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Tires screech on that road ground

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

So its time for us to hit road

This motha fucka crowed