This is a song about "Direction"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Bitch looks in my direction and she says "try me"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Is this really my planet?, which direction to choose?

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Hope my city is not too far

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

My talent should take me places i've never been

That lyrically feeling i can pull you in the right direction

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You're barking in the wrong direction,

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella