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

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

If i sent my dad letters

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

They say that karats help your vision

6 million ways to die choose one