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

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

Kanye? we related. now ima prove to you with my unorthodox ways

When pac get high

Lookin for ways to try

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

6 million ways to die choose one

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge