This is a song about "Driving on the road"

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Leave in the am, on the road again

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding