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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Find her passed out in bed and you still your game working like

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Don't blame me if i win i'm always working out and hitting the gym

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

After the club, gettin you open

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

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

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