This is a song about "Factory work"

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

People around are doing their work

Too focused, one word

Puttin in work, to much work,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

It's a battlejust for tha big money

I'm inhuman, i work differently

Thinking it's work and really,

The good kid from the ugly city

And now these hoes are on my line

Work and i work just to make a punchline