This is a song about "Roundabout"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

There's brighter days, there's a different route,

So i banged for a minute

Needed to get on a paper route

Downhill is the only route.

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

The route, of where he's heading, head straight to the top