This is a song about "Open roads"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

And still got my nike boots

Open fire and dispatch troops

Just open that new tab

That we ain't never had

If you feel it, it must be real just

Open minded, enlightened

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Go bust that bitches head open

For the outlawz, here we come