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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

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

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

And i listen to common

6 million ways to die choose one

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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