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

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

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

So now she picks up the gun

6 million ways to die choose one

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

All these laws your too pussy to break

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

But you never come when you period is five days

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

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from