This is a song about "Birth school work death"

Had the nerve since my birth/

You just trynna be haters

Since birth this what this world means to me, a lost legacy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

Puttin in work, to much work,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Yeah, one time for the

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

That's all u need is death

You'll never be late for work

Rappers please step forward

That bitch was racist, got me fired

I work hard, nigga put in work