This is a song about "Making money and working hard"

Cause im working so hard to make it

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Always working hard never gave herself a rest

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I don't gotta be here

Making money was the ideal

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

I live my life in tha fast lane

From working through rain and pain