This is a song about "Toward"

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Go toward the light, flash intervene

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

For this, i thank the lord

Now let's go toward your record

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

We left em a world that's cursed

Malicious dissent toward based world