This is a song about "Road head"

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

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

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

Been running around trying find a job

Time to start building my own ...yellow brick road,

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

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

Tires screech on that road ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Even shed a few tears, i traveled that road