This is a song about "Talk for the road"

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Who life was for music and the road

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

So its time for us to hit road

Impeccable give it my note

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

Fucking road. i'm doing this for me, you think you're gonna stop me, he's the one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often