This is a song about "That road"

Yeah i ain't done

On the road less taken

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

I drive that all around

Tires screech on that road ground

In the morning make me bacon

Uh, the road not taken

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Time done froze, on my road that iv'e chose, so the wind blows,

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops