This is a song about "I got the work"

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

I put in the work, i'm getting the treatment!

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I work.. and the weapon is off safe

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money