This is a song about "Road life"

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

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

You pay your favorite stripper car note

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Even shed a few tears, i traveled that road

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Y'all can't stick to no g code

You don't mean that, you faggot

Then take a little road trip

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat