This is a song about "Long road"

You pay your favorite stripper car note

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

So its time for us to hit road

Motivated just from being broke

Tires screech on that road ground

They can’t even come around

Trippin like i road the bus

Sometimes i feel so worthless

(and go berserk) all night long

Ha, and the bitches all gone

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Who life was for music and the road

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

My talents for far too long

I get slight work like big sean