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

And everybody's having sex

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

6 million ways to die choose one

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Never felt like being this close to break,

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

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

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

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Lookin for ways to try