This is a song about "On the way"

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

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

Laying on the slides as i find my way inside

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

So i'm on my way to university, on the bus...

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,

But more importantly taught me to pray

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Way pretty on the outside

Killa never let the drama slide