This is a song about "Old roads"

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Knees dug deep into the pavement

I'm paving roads to payment

The truth shall be told

And don't think what you're old

You see when i was 19 years old

All this paper i fold

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

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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