This is a song about "Fuckin magnets how do they work"

I don't no how they can do it

Contributing the real shit

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

They don't ever see me do the work, i deserve respect,

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

When that money calls i holla back

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Don't work a twosome team, all they'd do is loosen seams

I call em up, they might fall through

Though i love how you do

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Teaching you how i work, let's get back to the basics/

They better work my every nerve

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures