This is a song about "Road man brad"

You pay your favorite stripper car note

So its time for us to hit road

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

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

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

This is everything that we call hype

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

I've been down that road before

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Hold my tears i tried my best

This road.....never seems to end

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Lifestyles of the young and the broke