This is a song about "Me putting the work in"

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Doing all the work just please me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Yes it's me again i'm putting the pen to the pad,

Riding around without a fuck given

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk