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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

All these laws your too pussy to break

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face