This is a song about "Road trips"

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

Uh, the road not taken

I'm a son of a gun

My all gold rolly or the

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

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

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Impeccable give it my note

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Trippin like i road the bus

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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