This is a song about "Road head"

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

You pay your favorite stripper car note

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

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Who life was for music and the road

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

And you ain't gotta go to war

I've been down that road before

So its time for us to hit road

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat