This is a song about "Find a way out"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Find a way to escape this insaneness, momma always said

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

But first, we gotta find a way to change and play the game,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

If only i could find a way to go out with a bang

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,