This is a song about "The wrong direction"

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

When the going get's real tough, the tough are usually still wrong

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

You bitches are in the wrong time and wrong place

Respect is the wrong word

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Even if its momentary it is a stride in the right direction,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

In the wrong line with the wrong man

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Hope my city is not too far

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

I could just twerk about, could play some pool, might just move in the direction of christ

Guess who.. got the wrong nomenclature.

Girl, what you grabbing cash for