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

You pay your favorite stripper car note

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

Uh, the road not taken

Flyer then the rest of them

Trippin like i road the bus

Made from the brain of me, most genius

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

They told me worthless verses in different versions of the same book,

With these macs i've got a bad habit

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

Take the brick road for the blue key

What them tippers don't see

And it weighs a ton

On the road less taken