This is a song about "Hard working"

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

Working through our problems solving em all

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

I'm working on four dimensions

The jiggas and the tips

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Show how hard i've been working lately

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds