This is a song about "Driving on the road"

Leave in the am, on the road again

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Got my eyes open wide on the road to riches

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Leave in the am, on the road again

When he on the road and don't know where to go,

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago