This is a song about "Your way"

With your girl and her mate i had a three way

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

A trillion years later still controllin the way your simple thoughts flow

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Well fuck everyone and everything in your way

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Or the way your eyes glisten

She watchin' that oxygen

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

And i could see you coming home after work late

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

That some kind hope would be walking your way

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I can't help it. its the way that i am like its the way that your not