This is a song about "I got the work"

Maybe praying to god didn't work so he's now got the devil's grip.

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

They gon' love me for my ambition

I respect the work you put in,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

I do this as if its my job, i work all the time.

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

I murder, slay torture beats to work the game morbidly!

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Work like a robot, rappers got the whole top,