This is a song about "How much work sucks"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Man but this ain't no sign language

It sucks when your competition aint much

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Because no matter how much i think

Puttin in work, to much work,

The concept is so absurd

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Pocket racked up all big faces

Nobody to tell her it doesn't matter how much she weighs

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

She said i'm ready to fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck