This is a song about "Open roads"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Go bust that bitches head open

When they here today what you say to them

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I'm open to the market

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Open fire and dispatch troops

See i let my nigga split that

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