This is a song about "Niggers in work"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Puttin in work, to much work,

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

I've done all my research and i've put in my work,

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Unless i worked in tunnels and doing work with shovels

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Your dick work like a lamp in a power outage

After lebron, i'm what's next

Still a work in progress.

I ain't trynna be forward

We getttin throwed, still put in work