This is a song about "Toward"

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

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

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

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Go toward the light, flash intervene

For this, i thank the lord

Now let's go toward your record

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

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

For now everything just seem so right

God can you please take me toward the light

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad