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

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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