This is a song about "Death road"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

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

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Weed up, better make a sound

Tires screech on that road ground

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

That's all u need is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess