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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days