This is a song about "Silk road"

I ain't that smooth ass nigga with them rhymes that flow like silk.

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Got one, got two, three, four girls

While you wear silk sweatshirts...

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Time to start building my own ...yellow brick road,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

You don't mean that, you faggot

Then take a little road trip

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

This road.....never seems to end