This is a song about "Road trips"

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

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Tires screech on that road ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

She comes and follows me on my trips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road