This is a song about "Long road"

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

Tires screech on that road ground

Cause everytime you come around

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

My way like a usher song

(and go berserk) all night long

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

Looking so damn right you're wrong

(and go berserk) all night long

Up commin its been a long ass road to fame and glory

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We gonna be all the way gone

My choppa strap too long