This is a song about "Open roads"

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

I'm paving roads to payment

About disaster in the world and

And be out london with lauren and telling megan good morning

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Mixed with open temptations

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips