This is a song about "How do are body cells work"

I'm only 15, how the fuck i make this life work.

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Don't wear nice things on my body, it doesn't work too well

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

But i could do work, now let me interrupt

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Don't work a twosome team, all they'd do is loosen seams

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

People around are doing their work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

People are quick to not work and kick ya when your down/

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around