This is a song about "Effort"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

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,

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Each line you craft takes little so effort

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

And the time and effort if decided to engage

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Every exerted effort is ineffectual

The effort i put into this is so much i can raise the roof with it

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite