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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

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

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

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

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

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

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex