This is a song about "Independent work"

It's a fools fatewithout your word

And their bloods trying make it work.

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

I work hard, nigga put in work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I'ma work for everything i have

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this