This is a song about "Toward"

Malicious dissent toward based world

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

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

God can you please take me toward the light

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

I spit toward ya gingerly but at the end youll have and injury,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry