This is a song about "Windy roads"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

And the last one, he's in the mirror

But that doesn't mean shit to me, i'm broke, walkin' roads alone,

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

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