This is a song about "All the way"

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

The cops are on their way to pick up all the bloody corpse

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Me from all the trials and tribulations coming my way the devil tried to tempt me

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

We've come all this way from way back

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

I’m addicted to coke all the way to the core

All the way do to my knee

Third ward general, young cash money