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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

And i know that you're open

6 million ways to die choose one

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Never felt like being this close to break,

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I'm just trying to learn better ways