This is a song about "Long road"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

You were right here all along

(and go berserk) all night long

My choppa strap too long

Got campaign going so strong

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

We at the top where we belong

My talents for far too long

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

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

Hanging out here all day long,

Wonder where i went wrong