This is a song about "Road men"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Uh, the road not taken

See, you're my best friend

This road.....never seems to end

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

I'll never call you bitch again

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

I know you just doing your job

So its time for us to hit road

Used to find dope in his coat

Who life was for music and the road

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men