This is a song about "Finding ways to break through"

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

Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,