This is a song about "Open roads"

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Catch you up on places i've been

Go bust that bitches head open

I'm paving roads to payment

Trying hard to speak and

Open fire and dispatch troops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots