This is a song about "Walk my own path"

That dirt path that gets dust in my eyes

I'm everything that they call nice

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Disrespect him in my mind for the path he chose,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

I ain't talkative neither

On everything i own, i'll make it on my own

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor