Song meaning of Evil Ways by Drake (Ft. J. Cole)

Ah, Drake, the master of philosophical rap. In "Evil Ways," Drake and his buddy J. Cole explore the deep dark corners of their souls and contemplate the complexities of their sinful ways. Drake starts off by confessing that even his glasses can see the wickedness in his gaze. He compares his journey to success as a treacherous maze, but fear not, he's running it with the speed of a Volkswagen playing Beatles tunes (which, by the way, is quite the image). Drake then drops some spiritual knowledge, praising born sinners and declaring that his brethren run through the city like Green Berets. But enough about that, let's talk Frito Lays, because apparently, Drake's wealth is determined by his stash of potato chips. He reminisces about his rough upbringing, where his mom resorted to robbing Peter, specifically Paul, just to get by. Now, his paper is so folded that his grades in school must have been kept top secret. Time speeds on, but strangely enough, the man dons a beard while feeling ageless. Confusing, right? Drake is a complex dude. He claims to be a precious flower stuck in a vase, living out Carlito's way (I suppose Scarface references are always necessary in rap songs). He then proceeds to roast everyone else, saying they ain't getting no bread and they're stuck in a keto phase. Oh, but don't worry, Drake's got wisdom pouring out of his mouth like teething pain. Speaking of cars, his whip used to have seat displays playing S.M.A.C.K. DVDs, because nothing screams luxury like watching rap battles while cruising. He confesses his reliance on sleeping aids and his obsession with flashy jewels. Rumor has it he once bought a fellow rapper some light jewelry just to blow their minds. And speaking of minds blown, he ensures the judge that his broski didn't commit any crimes, he was just a framed piece of art, like the Mona Lisa of the courtroom. Some people try to get by in life by feeding Jordans in the hopes of receiving a wage. Others indulge in cocaine until their noses become as bloody as the seats in a VIP concert section. Drake, the generous soul that he is, likes to hang out in arenas where his fans can adore him. But he's not alone, he's got Drizzy Drake by his side, riding the wave together. Drake doesn't shy away from boasting about his connections, like the time he got face-to-face with ROSALÍA and politely asked for some personal space. And let's not forget, diss Drake and his posse might just show up on your block, causing a street parade of sorts. Life is an open book to Drake, and he invites us all to read a page or two. Oh, and by the way, Drake once hooked up with a white girl who likes to swing both ways, just like the queen of spades (a playing card reference? Classy!). Drake raises questions about the authenticity of certain substances and tells us to beware of the dangers of thinking life is a game. But hey, he's a peaceful man who avoids beef because he's seen people's DNA get rearranged (apparently, Drake loves observing crime scenes). Finally, Drake wraps up his philosophical sermon by reminding us that he's in Atlanta with Drizzy (wait, aren't they the same person?), surrounded by so many hitters they might as well be the Braves. He acknowledges the depravity of the game but, in classic Drake fashion, confidently states that his Scary Hours are undefeated. In conclusion, dear listeners, be afraid, be very afraid…but also be prepared to witness the lyrical genius and the comedic appeal of the one and only Drake. Thank you, thank you, you're too kind.