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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

6 million ways to die choose one

Girls fast how jamaicans run

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

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

Lookin for ways to try

That got your mother high

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say