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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro

Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Never felt like being this close to break,

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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