This is a song about "Make it work"

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

I don't wear nice things on my body, it doesn't work well

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

It takes so much work putting that through someone's brain, but

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

We be like wow

If you make it work now

“why couldn't they work it out the first time?”

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

I'm a pervert i assert it, get the pussy and work it