This is a song about "Road trips"

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

So its time for us to hit road

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Had to wear the 13's with them

On the road less taken

Who life was for music and the road

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Trippin like i road the bus

Cause my thing something vicious

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/