This is a song about "Windy roads"

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Saying i can't rap's like saying chi town isn't windy

I'm paving roads to payment

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

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

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit