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

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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...

In earth, as it is in heaven

6 million ways to die choose one