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

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

She won't leave, dick as big as kelly price's appetite

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

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,