This is a song about "Roads less involve"

I couldnt give a fuck less

I'm hoping i confess

Nothing more and nothing less,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

This heart burning, wish it hurt less.

I just play my part make moves like chess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

In reality you less.

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Skill starts to show less and less