This is a song about "The road ahead"

I'm on the road to the riches.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Who life was for music and the road

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Leave in the am, on the road again

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Make you hit the road for so long,

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

On the road less taken

In the morning make me bacon

Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat