This is a song about "Effort"

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,

No one notice your struggle

The effort is minimal

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Every exerted effort is ineffectual

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

How i used to kill tracks with no effort

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit