This is a song about "A work in progress"

Now i'm cursed, you urchins lurk, i put in work,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

There's still room to progress,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And i can get em all without lots of effort

No time for play today, i been putting in work

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I work hard, nigga put in work

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

No a/c cheap car to do work

And gave the coldest smirk

Cause being in here is all 'bout your hard work

I'll take her home and do her like homework