This is a song about "Rivers and roads"

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

I'm a filler, as i fill these rivers full of livers of rap words like drillers,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

To move along, it's even harder

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother