This is a song about "Out on the roads"

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

On the weekends you get lonely, so you out for the night,

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

But i’m done on this track, so i’ll peace the fuck out

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

All my other people that dance around

When i'm out on the strut

She was the queen of the club

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Even you turn the lights out the show is going on