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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Life's a maze, gotta get through ways within few days

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

I'm just trying to learn better ways

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

Never felt like being this close to break,

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape