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

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

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Lookin for ways to try

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

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

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

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

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

6 million ways to die choose one

But girl you got me open

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call