This is a song about "On the way"

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

The way we murder beats on single tracks, what tactics,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

I gotta keep on gunning rhymes, only way to bind the two

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

When you hit on ma man, you went the wrong way

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Went back on the way back back

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around