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

And i listen to common

6 million ways to die choose one

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

Lookin for ways to try

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death 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 was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

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