This is a song about "Pushing the work"

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Work that wrist im the maestro,

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I'll take her home and do her like homework

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

When we already at the house full of our, home work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

I'm only 15, how the fuck i make this life work.

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort