This is a song about "My work"

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

They better work my every nerve

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Start to work on my libido

I ain't tryna brag though

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Call me sandusky, my work touching

Get it girl, keep that motor running

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making