This is a song about "Roadman"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

Tires screech on that road ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

Keeping them on the hip

Then take a little road trip

Trippin like i road the bus

Wood chain with a jesus

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Peeps, i'm airing a vacuum commercial

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Who life was for music and the road