This is a song about "That road"

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

Hope and bringing...the shit that clowns make during that show down the road

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

Wood chain with a jesus

Trippin like i road the bus

Who life was for music and the road

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

I've been down that road before