This is a song about "Done at work"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You're a disgrace to real rappers who steady getting their work done

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

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

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,