This is a song about "Direction"

Try to write a rap but i got no direction,

My position improving, not to mention

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Given a velocity and a direction

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I can't find my direction like an elderly erection

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Introduce a new competing direction

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin