This is a song about "Talk for the road"

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I'm on the road to the riches.

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

Cold world no blanket son

Uh, the road not taken

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.

The road to greatness not easily achieved,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

Are you coming?to the point that your running

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Floor it down the road to your mind

For that paper, i'mma grind