This is a song about "Fordham road"

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Even shed a few tears, i traveled that road

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Who life was for music and the road

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

I like to roam like my dome find me in the road

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Uh, the road not taken

Something wicked this way come