This is a song about "I got the work"

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I don’t go to work, i talk to the kids

I ain't interested in fame

Last ones didn't work, i feel the same

All the work, it made me real.. i have no fears

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Teaching you how i work, let's get back to the basics/

I work.. and the weapon is off safe

This is no trial, this a closed case