This is a song about "Hard worker"

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

A working genius, a work of art

Then a worker comes to help, you guessed it she represents music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Im about to go hard

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I require more than bein hard

So rest your weary heart

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

My life wasn't hard and still ain't that hard,

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

It’s hard out here for a bitch, it’s hard