This is a song about "Rivers and roads"

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

And be out london with lauren and telling megan good morning

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Trying hard to speak and

I'm paving roads to payment

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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