This is a song about "One hard nipple"

I'm working hard at this, i was never the one to quit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

February cold as my heart

See, i know life seems hard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

Theres not one way to play it safe its hard to say

Like a grown child actress flashin her nipple, a sold soul, need to sit i'm full,

This shit is an explicit advanced maneuver, your verse is nothin but manure,

So rest your weary heart

Rat race no rat flow hard