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

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

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

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

All these laws your too pussy to break

At an extremly alarming rate