This is a song about "My ways are different"

And me and my girl always seem like we headed in different ways

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

You know the story, fuck questions, i grew up different ways,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

The thoughts of killing you in different ways are bouncing,

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

Riding around with ms. reece and them

No pain when your nasal passage ways are numb".

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Maybe, my father would think different!

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk