This is a song about "I got the work"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I’ll work my ass off, until i’ve got a face in the game/

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

And gave the coldest smirk

But i dont mind doing work

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

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

So let's have a toast, everything fine

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

They don't ever see me do the work, i deserve respect,

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

With my flow, although i got a lot to work on i know,