This is a song about "The road"

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Road to success headed to the chair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Who life was for music and the road

New canvas she need a new stroke

Death is the only road from nostalgia

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

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

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

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