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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

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

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

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...