This is a song about "Road saftey"

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Which approach you making, what road you paving

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

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Trippin like i road the bus

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

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

The saftey man had it wrong when said youre in good hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Cause i've been there , and it's just a downhill road,

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke