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

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

Lookin for ways to try

And i know that your supply

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

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

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...

6 million ways to die choose one

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,