This is a song about "Roman roads"

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Ahahah that use to be my favorite movie

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

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

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion