This is a song about "Country roads"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Hustle for dis country money

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I'm paving roads to payment

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

But that doesn't mean shit to me, i'm broke, walkin' roads alone,

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

A country in power

I pipe in and one night her

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see