This is a song about "Independent work"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

We become so dependent on believing the government when they say we independent

Work and i work just to make a punchline

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

If you make it work now

When they know how

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Damn, they wanna label me a menace