This is a song about "People are brain dead and think work ain t necessary learn you ll earn to not be lonely"

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

You ll still be a prize winner

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green/

And baseheads stay dead, and people are ready to take lead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Can't you see? i'm surrounded be these dead people

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And your brain you better be using yours,

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And shit i live to learn,

So in layman’s terms my words burn