This is a song about "Open roads"

The roads i saw no pave, only had spark and boozy

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

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

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

But that doesn't mean shit to me, i'm broke, walkin' roads alone,

Mixed with open temptations

While scheming on hits

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I'm open to the market

Bitch i'm parked on a comet

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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