This is a song about "Doing drugs at work"

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

But i dont mind doing work

Too focused, one word

So i can sell drugs,doing my deals

Can barely walk the city streets

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Huddling mumbling wondering where the drugs at

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Doing all these drugs, pour it up, smoke that chronic

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit