This is a song about "Going on a road trip after school"

On the road less taken

I pop one, you pop one

Im going on a shooting spree

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Dumping dead bodies on the school playground i don't give a shit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Fuck the cash we going after ya ass man ya life's a stake

Reason i stuck with the sound

Tires screech on that road ground

Then going on a drug binge

Cause i’m balling, bitch