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

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

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

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

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

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

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

And what about the rappers

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Lookin for ways to try