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

All these laws your too pussy to break

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

6 million ways to die choose one

But somehow it made them listen

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Never felt like being this close to break,

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

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

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,