This is a song about "Pushing the work"

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

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

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

She never ready to go so she forever come

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven