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

Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Lookin for ways to try

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

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

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

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

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before