This is a song about "Long bumpy road feel the heat and 40 grit breakin open blisters on my shoebarus"

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

You know i got the heat like flamethrowers on my shoulders

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I have got the guts and true grit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat