This is a song about "Road man tings"

On the road less taken

I'm a son of a gun

I've been down that road before

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Uh, the road not taken

Got lean, rose, patron

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

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

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

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

I just might throw a big amount

Tires screech on that road ground

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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