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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

6 million ways to die choose one

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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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

From an african american stance

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