This is a song about "Off road"

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

I fucking hate this job

So its time for us to hit road

I like to roam like my dome find me in the road

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Uh, the road not taken

On the bible you can run

This road.....never seems to end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest