This is a song about "On the way"

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

I am on my way to the professional universe

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

But i ain't get to see you today

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

When you took my hand up so calm

Light the way, lead us on

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Depending on the grind is the only way to shine

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line