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

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

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

All these laws your too pussy to break

And everybody's having sex

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

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

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

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase