This is a song about "The road to fame"

The path to victory's a mirage, the road is just/

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

When he on the road and don't know where to go,

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Road to success headed to the chair

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Up commin its been a long ass road to fame and glory