This is a song about "From the road"

Trippin like i road the bus

Cause my thing something vicious

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

Mama made her pretty

Take the brick road for the blue key

Had i not been exposed to these things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

Marshmallows inside my pen

Leave in the am, on the road again

Let's have a toast for this new love

I'm on the road to the riches.