This is a song about "Plastic roads"

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Like plastic action figures

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

Safe sex since you say you not a groupie

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

Ships that sail to distant places