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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

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

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference