This is a song about "Made my way"

De la soul is from the soul

In my god i'm made whole

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicideand this happens everyday around my way

Made me bust all the way to their next generation, their future sons got my jizz dna

I want to live my way

Hit you from a block away

To throw it all away

I want to live my way

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

You made me lose my nerves

Talking about the god you serve

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Commanding things to be my way

Fuck fame, fuck money

Its the way god made me