This is a song about "I m a roadman"

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Together all the timethought it was true love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions