This is a song about "No work"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

All the work, it made me real.. i have no fears

And gave the coldest smirk

And their bloods trying make it work.

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

You slaughtered the lamb of god, for your work you get no raise!

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

No kidd in they lack balls to score; they need to work with nets!

I ain't trynna be forward

But i dont mind doing work

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have

It's a fools fatewithout your word

No a/c cheap car to do work

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven