This is a song about "Life streets dep money working"

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I am up in a booth, g-dep special deliver...

It wasn't working n' life he kept on searching,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

But he don't rule a thing

Aye, is this mic working?

Working my way to the top

Let me see you walk

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain