This is a song about "Dirt roads"

Politicians granted maggots access, handed planet dirt

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Who real bitches check me out though

Dirt dog, no tony romo

That we picked up at the last concert

Yea i made you feel like dirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

In the woods outside on the dirt

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

If you think i will you , bitch eat dirt

When it throws us to the dirt

Chasing them checks, nike work

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,