This is a song about "Birth school work death"

I work hard, nigga put in work

I ain't trynna be forward

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

I don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Been given birth in war, a castle that traps a lord

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor