This is a song about "A male and female not working out"

Or snort a line of coke through my nose and not have to worry if my mom finds out.

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But i'm not really working the corner,

Working ya ass out on hanson for minimum wage

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

And knocked out im not gna stop now

Bitches ain't around one thou

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

From working through rain and pain

See dog? rap is my aim