This is a song about "Do the design"

What the fuck do you do when your mother's crying?

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

By design, and im on the incline

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

What the fuck do i do

It's really not an issue

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

As i design intricate rhymes that pause time,

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life