This is a song about "Hard working"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

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

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

I'm working hard at this, i was never the one to quit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Working the drywall partying it up

Working my way to the top

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Working from nouns to verbs

So you finally got the nerve

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

On they twitter writing novels, see

Working like pedro she twerkin' like miley