This is a song about "High on the road"

Leave in the am, on the road again

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

When he on the road and don't know where to go,

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though