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

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

All these laws your too pussy to break

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Kanye? we related. now ima prove to you with my unorthodox ways

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace