This is a song about "Roman roads"

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

I think you never heard the intense but it aint sexuall it's hate i aint rapping for the money

Dramatics have you thinking this a roman play

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

The roads i saw no pave, only had spark and boozy

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

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one