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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

All these laws your too pussy to break

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

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

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

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...

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,