This is a song about "Inca roads"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I'm paving roads to payment

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Just another product of this matrix

Im staying off the roads

Please put that in your notes

The roads i saw no pave, only had spark and boozy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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