This is a song about "Wrong road"

Even tougher when puffing is wrong

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Then take a little road trip

Said everything i do is wrong

We at the top where we belong

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

They dissecting, it wrong

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

Tires screech on that road ground

They just go around

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

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road