This is a song about "Hard working"

But girl you got me open

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Dad working so hard, mind overblown

Aye, is this mic working?

Let my angel sing

I'm working on four dimensions

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

Down in dallas at the all-star game

From working through rain and pain

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I be working hard man of course,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams