This is a song about "Roman roads"

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

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

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known