This is a song about "Ways to think"

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

6 million ways to die choose one

Iabnormal ways/ the truth to why i have odd traits/

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

My wicked ways i wish for no one to face.

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

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

I think i caught it for the rim, i be my fuckin ways

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