This is a song about "Windy roads"

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that