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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage