This is a song about "Every which way"

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

This is the way in which

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Roller, can't decide which way to roll over/

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

Which begat reactions

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

You fucked up my heart in every single way,

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

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

This is raw straight hip-hop, rap in every way,

Itself in every form and shape and way,

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way