This is a song about "Come my way"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

That's what they'll say

I want to live my way

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Say him good bye and never come his way..

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Get up out out my way

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Time is out, stay outta my way

To liberate yourself, africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

Working my way to the top

Living if she is or not

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

When will my dreams come true