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

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

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

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I'm just trying to learn better ways

Lookin' for these better days

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

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

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

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town