This is a song about "After work"

Hear the thunderclap after

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

If you make it work now

Bitches ain't around one thou

Sippin' shots crippen after

Took the van, went snatch her

Work and i work just to make a punchline

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

I ain't trynna be forward

I work hard, nigga put in work

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

And their bloods trying make it work.

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass