This is a song about "According"

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

According to these snakes who run up on me, who you messin' with?

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

The crowd's with me, all according to plan

According to statistics i'll fuck you up worse than jeffery dahmer with a sharp thermometer

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

And although everything is not according to scripture.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

According to y’all just the sight of me’s odd is it?

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

But according to the police