This is a song about "Plastic roads"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

Still listen to big

These rappers are plastic

Are they made outta plastic?

If his bitch insist on getting sick

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

To impress a chick

Wrap you in saran plastic,