This is a song about "Heavy work coming in"

Still a work in progress.

Roll up niggas be like sex

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

No time for play today, i been putting in work

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And heavy in your adolescents.

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Cause they right down the street

You think you put in work? that's sweet