This is a song about "Racism ways"

Where the wave, show me the ways,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

Baby got that super bass

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Yeah hail mary full of grace

All the the errors of our ways,

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

I'm just trying to learn better ways

They say that i never cease to amaze