This is a song about "Driving on the road"

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Someone driving on the wrong side, of the highway,

I'm on the road to the riches.

Always knew where the pot was

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

So alone on this road again, until the end of time.

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Leave in the am, on the road again