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

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Life's a maze, gotta get through ways within few days

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

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

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

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

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way