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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

If me and those close in my circle didnt' meet

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

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

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

It's a game called circle and i don't know how, i'm way too up to back down

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And that's exactly why i'm working so it's no part of me.

Start working and get some more flour

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes