This is a song about "Old roads"

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

The truth shall be told

Since i was a day old,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Is a space that now you hold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed