This is a song about "Making a path"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Through my path, i'll wander/wanda. i could use a fairy mother

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

The path to victory's a mirage, the road is just/

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Send you down a frightening path

And i got that drive and she just might crash

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveler,

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

When you spill out hits

Making a difference,