This is a song about "Open roads"

I'm paving roads to payment

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

About disaster in the world and

Open minded, enlightened

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

I'm open to the market

The master of this rap shit

Open fire and dispatch troops

I still got my nike boots

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

"open the door, fucker, im here"

Bitches is artificially duck

But you make me open up

Mixed with open temptations

When you spill out hits