This is a song about "On the way"

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

The door crack, niggas all black

Went back on the way back back

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

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

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

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The way the stats setted out i was the favourite on paper

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,