This is a song about "That road"

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Then take a little road trip

It shows i know a bit

As soon as i walk in the door

I've been down that road before

So its time for us to hit road

I know you just doing your job

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

I like to roam like my dome find me in the road

This be the realest shit i ever wrote