This is a song about "The country roads"

Going all the way to another country... no.. the unknown is right there in

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer