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

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

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Never felt like being this close to break,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though