This is a song about "Nonchalant ninjas working hard for their families"

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

I got your daddy working for me as my steward

Here i go again, falling in love

Working for an nonpaying business.

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

I be working hard man of course,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing