This is a song about "Inca roads"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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

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

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

Please put that in your notes

Im staying off the roads

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king