This is a song about "From the road"

Make you hit the road for so long,

But just when it gets good, she's gone

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

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

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I'm on the road to the riches.

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

She ain't picking up strangers from the road, fucking up,

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Uh, the road not taken

Miami nights, ain't another one

Take the brick road for the blue key

And losin all his money