This is a song about "Destination"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I took a right off the next exit to my destination

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

Distorted from scars physically and mentally with no destination

Got me rushed to the station

Here, come reach your destination

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But what's our destination

Confining my reactions to prove i'll reach my destination

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

"vip"to back of the line.dispatching my lines destination to the top,thats because

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

On a mission for twin additions, your destination, love's intimate fruition