This is a song about "Heading"

So you finally got the nerve

Where im going youre heading backwards

Me that i'll be fine where i'm heading

Just to be around you is a blessing

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

The route, of where he's heading, head straight to the top

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Disconnecting from ya neck i really dont wanna be heading

On the slow jam of love

Heading straight to your office

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice