This is a song about "Biddhism right work"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Puttin in work, to much work,

No a/c cheap car to do work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

We was tryna get dat work right nigga say that we get it

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I work hard, nigga put in work

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I'm inhuman, i work differently

Sounds complicated right

You should spend the night