This is a song about "Mountain and road"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Ever since then i had no job

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

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

Hope and bringing...the shit that clowns make during that show down the road

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

I give you options baby flip a coin

(8 mile road) and i'm gone, i know right where i'm goin

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Down the road was my favorite spot to chill and shit