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

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Lookin for ways to try

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And i listen to common

6 million ways to die choose one

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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

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.