This is a song about "Route 66"

But got comma’s in my statement

Gotta re-route over this hump,

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Mimicking those who show the better route in life

Can't shake the feeling any route i take i might regret it

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Downhill is the only route.

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Needed to get on a paper route

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

No wonder so many kids take the easy route

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for