This is a song about "On the way"

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I am on my way to the professional universe

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Went back on the way back back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop