This is a song about "Dusty road"

So its time for us to hit road

Used to find dope in his coat

On the road less taken

Two reflections into one

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Leave in the am, on the road again

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Uh, the road not taken

Vijay singh and all of them

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

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

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