This is a song about "Open roads"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I told him get his 9 and run

Go bust that bitches head open

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

But you make me open up

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Open minded, enlightened

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Open the blinds and he peeps

Can barely walk the city streets

And i got that bait, they all bad

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