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

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

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

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

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

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

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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