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

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

I'm the other guy

Lookin for ways to try

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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