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

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

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

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I'm just trying to learn better ways

All these laws your too pussy to break

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

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

Kanye? we related. now ima prove to you with my unorthodox ways

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace