This is a song about "Way"

She can't know where my mother stay

The truth but thats the way

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way

She in a chariot every way

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Another year has gone away to make way for a new way,

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

We've come all this way from way back

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

You must be feeling some typa way

And i just can't keep living this way,

I was gonna write you a poem today