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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight

You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

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

6 million ways to die choose one

I hit your block and we can box for fun