This is a song about "Effort"

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

But i'm the one making an effort with a pad and pen

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

And the time and effort if decided to engage

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Since i've contemplated in effort to spin the gears

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Every exerted effort is ineffectual

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

How i used to kill tracks with no effort

The effort is minimal

As i light one for ill will

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Looka this punk jumping back 'n forth jumping jacks trying to show some effort