This is a song about "Choosing a path"

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Clear a path to the goal, make the straight shot fast

Through my path, i'll wander/wanda. i could use a fairy mother

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

The path to victory's a mirage, the road is just/

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Its creates a path within a passage in time

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

You must be a psycho path loonitic at it