This is a song about "Rail road"

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

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

My niggas clownbring a pound

Tires screech on that road ground

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

This road.....never seems to end

Never ever pay rent

Used to find dope in his coat

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

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

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

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

Who life was for music and the road

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note