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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

This ones for the lovers

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro