This is a song about "On the way"

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

Went back on the way back back

My four-four's givin payback

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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