This is a song about "Hit em with the high road"

So go on (and) hit the light, tell ‘em it’s my right

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Hit em in the back of the head

Cutting me this worthless check

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Gettin high all the time with the girl im gonna make mine,

And we don't know no right from wrong

Make you hit the road for so long,

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

With every syllable,every hit on the cymbal,

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup