This is a song about "Talk for the road"

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

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

He just pass the patron

On the road less taken

So its time for us to hit road

New canvas she need a new stroke

The road to greatness not easily achieved,

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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