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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

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...

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

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave