This is a song about "Biddhism right work"

Work and i work just to make a punchline

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Work that wrist im the maestro,

People love hodgy i hate you though

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

I'm inhuman, i work differently

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

You'll never be late for work

My shirt, purple label my shirt