This is a song about "Ways to live"

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

You're chained to the ways of these twisted drug games you've played

But i know i see better days

I'm just trying to learn better ways

6 million ways to die choose one

And i listen to common

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

There's only one way to live?

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,