This is a song about "On the way"

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

On my way to the top with theory,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Depending on the grind is the only way to shine

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine