This is a song about "Choosing the right path"

Just put your hand on the glass

And took me down the right path

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveler,

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

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Gonna explode the city, but only i will have the escaping path

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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