This is a song about "I got the work"

And i can get em all without lots of effort

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

But i dont mind doing work

I'm why baby fathers kirk

I work hard, nigga put in work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

So sleep peacefully, while i work my magic the scene is graphic

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Last ones didn't work, i feel the same