This is a song about "Toward"

Now let's go toward your record

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

People don't condone what they've never seen

Go toward the light, flash intervene

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

God can you please take me toward the light

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Malicious dissent toward based world

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first