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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

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

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

All these laws your too pussy to break

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

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

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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