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

Never felt like being this close to break,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

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

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

6 million ways to die choose one

Ross and folarin, couple women

I'm just trying to learn better ways

And i got them gold bottles, first place

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

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

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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