This is a song about "On the way"

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Light the way, lead us on

New message from mom

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

The fourth one, i like to kick around

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

There's crack, there's crack

Went back on the way back back

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

By the way the only doctor is dre, you're getting trampled on