This is a song about "Road life"

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

So its time for us to hit road

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

I'm a son of a gun

Uh, the road not taken

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Tires screech on that road ground

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Even shed a few tears, i traveled that road

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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road