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

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

6 million ways to die choose one

Lookin for ways to try

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Never felt like being this close to break,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

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

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

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