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

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

6 million ways to die choose one

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

I'm just trying to learn better ways

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

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

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out