This is a song about "The way it goes"

Ima aim for your eye socket, fire the bullet, it goes right through

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Raps demolishing certified the way i style it

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

And if it goes my way it will all disappear into the sand

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day goes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

But usually when i speak up it goes in and out the other ear

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

But when it goes bad, they'll be the ones tryna deny it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

I'm spoiled by the king. i wanna do it my way