This is a song about "Talk for the road"

Ever since then i had no job

So its time for us to hit road

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Make you hit the road for so long,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Trying to talk about the problems, and still i ask for help,

Uh, the road not taken

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I'm on the road to the riches.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters