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

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

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

Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

I'm just trying to learn better ways

Baby got that super bass

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

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,