This is a song about "Plastic roads"

If you feel it, it must be real just

I'm paving roads to payment

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Are they made outta plastic?

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

These rappers are plastic

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

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

Wrap you in saran plastic,

Still listen to big

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

Tie any enemy up with plastic and rope

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote