This is a song about "Accept the ways"

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

You're chained to the ways of these twisted drug games you've played

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

Teach me your ways, gimme the lessons with no glaze

The thoughts of killing you in different ways are bouncing,

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

While your driving me to the court so you can accept defeat,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And not just forced to accept,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

All of these are the ways that you could meet your fate,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

How do i love thee? let me count the ways.

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face