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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

When that thing gon fly

Lookin for ways to try

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

All these laws your too pussy to break