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

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

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

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

Why you call me back? don't lie

Lookin for ways to try