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

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

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

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

6 million ways to die choose one

I beach chair, with my malibu vision