This is a song about "Done at work"

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

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

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

There's hard work to be done during the season of inundation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

The pain, the rash, is done at last, the gun is cocked, clock stops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Carol city or was it the west

My failures show his work at best

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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