This is a song about "Old roads"

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

Than 40 year old rappers talking about gucci

The truth shall be told

And don't think what you're old

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

I say that the pool is closed

Then those bitches who grew old.

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Just another product of this matrix

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

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

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

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down