This is a song about "Out on the roads"

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

When i'm out on the strut

Without your love it's cold as fuck

And i did the video for really though

The world looking out, they on the front row

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

Don't be on the outside looking in, don't be on the inside looking out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Your laying lives out on the line.

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

On the weekends you get lonely, so you out for the night,

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride