This is a song about "Windy roads"

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing