This is a song about "My ways"

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Haven't slept for days cause of my evil ways,

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

Follow my ways and i will save y'all,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

And waste away my hazy days for lazy ways 'till life is gone,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I crunch rhymes the load is set i best insane in my ways