This is a song about "How much work sucks"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

You never know how much this world could be cold

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

But didn't know how much pride

But we having sex tonight

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

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

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort