This is a song about "Life on road"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Cause in the end we all on the same road to success

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

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

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

So alone on this road again, until the end of time.

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Leave in the am, on the road again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men