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

6 million ways to die choose one

They had a hell of a run

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Life's a maze, gotta get through ways within few days

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Kanye? we related. now ima prove to you with my unorthodox ways

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

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