This is a song about "Road an"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

On the road less taken

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

This motha fucka crowed

So its time for us to hit road

Ever since then i had no job

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

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

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Who life was for music and the road

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

This road.....never seems to end

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)