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

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

6 million ways to die choose one

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I'm just trying to learn better ways

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

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