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

Lookin for ways to try

I'm the other guy

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Ross and folarin, couple women

6 million ways to die choose one

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

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