This is a song about "Off road"

I've been down that road before

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

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

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

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

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Low i lost control went off the road when i was cruising

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/