This is a song about "The book boy road dahi"

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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

Magic city tipping them

On the road less taken

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Take the brick road for the blue key

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Trippin like i road the bus

Motivated just from being broke

Who life was for music and the road

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

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

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke