This is a song about "Circle jerkin working and clurkin"

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Kid gets cash from working and flaunts? bang bang silence,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

It's time to join are group circle, now you joined and we chanted,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

It just takes a lot of working and time

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king