This is a song about "Every which way"

Tell me im perfect in every way, and i live every word that i say

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

Now i feel like i was made, to make sure i can hurt you every way

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

No clever rhymes, every time in turns, that's the way it goes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Which begat reactions

It's moe, all i need is more chips

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Itself in every form and shape and way,