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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

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

Know it good when she go no hands

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

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

6 million ways to die choose one

Catch you up on places i've been

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

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