This is a song about "On the way"

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

And scribble my way, save the day, pave it, on stage,

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Sprayin' like an ak breakin' veins on their way from the brain

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

On my way to the top with theory,

Once as a slave who imagined being free