This is a song about "How much work sucks"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

Dc has never seen such progress

How much i stabbed and press.

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

It takes so much work putting that through someone's brain, but

No matter how much you suffer

That i will leave earth with her

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Ships that sail to distant places

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

You never know how much this world could be cold

Rappers please step forward

Puttin in work, to much work,