This is a song about "Heading"

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Still wandering where my life is heading,

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Target spreading, aren't you heading arm and leg in

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

This is a simple diss heading straight for a particular bitch,

But hell is surely were your heading,

I was born to do the damn thing

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Heading straight to your office

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop