This is a song about "Dusty road"

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Road to success headed to the chair

Everytime you come around

Tires screech on that road ground

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

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

This road.....never seems to end

Just say he's the best

On the road less taken

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke